not a farmer [tagged/kevna]

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[2762] 10th Pass, 7th Turn, 3rd Month

Orintek;

It’d been… stupid. Yeah, really stupid. But looking back upon the situation, Orintek couldn’t say he would have done any different. Ever since losing the position of Lord Holder at Mavros, there seemed to be nothing left for him. Not an Uncle’s love nor a way to prove himself and his worth. He sighed. So, perhaps trying to work equipment he wasn’t trained in had been desperate and stupid, and on top of it all – he wasn’t sure if he was trying to prove it to himself or to his uncle who wasn’t even there. He chuckled and shook his head, the holder glanced and him like he was crazy.

“Just… hold this pressure on your leg. We’ve sent for a proper healer to stitch you up.”

He grinned at her, “thank you, I appreciate it. I hope this hasn’t caused you and your husband too much trouble.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, “only to yourself, it seems.” She shook her own head and walked off, leaving him by himself in the grass. His head swam with stars for a moment, but he blinked them away, taking deep breaths and a sip of the water he’d been given.

He sighed. His smile faltered as he glanced at the red soaked towel that he’d been given to put on his wound. He didn’t have to move it to remember the large gash and other surrounding scratches – some deeper than others. The man tried to keep the pleasant look on his face, but it was hard, because if not a farmer… what, was he supposed to fish? Become a helper in the Weyr? A cook? It was laughable. Truly. Maybe he could ask Asirikai if he could be employed to help with Mavrosi affairs, it was less embarrassing. Still, for what? He’d never known what he wanted, and now less than ever.

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Ny’x – Blue Nimocith

A runner came in as she was grinding her herbs, and the quick movement caught her eye, so she looked up and watched the interaction he had with Master Nadeera. Things had been quiet for most of her shift, and she was patiently waiting for when she could take her leave of this room and go nap. Mostly because she had been taking night shifts previously, and had only just switched to day shifts again, and naps were her best friend during the transition. Nimocith loved the nightshifts. It meant she was awake when less people were awake, and less interaction with people. It was so ironic that she had left her previous life as a journeyman healer so she could meet more people and experience adventure, only to have her bonded be an extreme introvert. It made things more difficult.

Nadeera looked up at her, and motioned her over quickly. Ny’x brushed off her hands on her pants, and walked around her workstation, coming up to Nadeera as the runner left. “Looks like we have an injury in the fields, farming incident. Bad enough they need someone quickly to sew up the farmer. I know your shift is almost over…” Nadeera’s voice trailed off, sounding apologetic.

Ny’x nodded, smiling, trying to hide her fatigue. She was needed. She would go. Naps could wait. “No worries. I’ll call Nimo.”

“Thanks Ny’x. You can head back to your weyr when you finish with the farmer.”

Ny’x grabbed her carry treatment bag, she carried it with her whenever she was out and about, it couldn’t hurt to always be prepared-and headed out.

I need you! We’ve got a treatment run. She could feel Nimocith’s misgiving, but their was his usual concern as well. He didn’t like people hurting as much as she.

On my way.

He was there as soon as she was ready, and though she brought the saddle, she didn’t have time to strap it to him. She would do it on the way back. They were in a hurry.

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She could feel the alertness of her dragon the closer they got. There he is. Nimocith said, spotting the downed farmer first, and quickly descending to land nearby. Ny'x tried not to be surprised, but it was almost as if he had known right where the injured was. She dismounted and jogged over to the downed farmer but looked over her shoulder startled as Nimo hopped over to join them. Normally he stayed where he was at. She dismissed her blue who loomed over them, as well as his strange behavior, as his usual concern.

“Hello, I’m Ny’x, this is Nimocith, we are here to help.” She crouched down next to the large man-shards, when had there been a boom in men of manly sizes? He was handsome, with brown hair, and a very bloody leg. She assessed the situation, wincing in sympathy at the wound. She had seen worse, luckily for him. “Well, that sure is a pretty wound, isn't it?” Ny'x smiled ironically as she opened her bag and pulled out the willow stem bark and offered it to him. “Here, chew on this. It’s not the most tasteful thing, but it’ll help in the long term for pain and fever. I’m going to tourniquet your leg, clean it, and then I can use numbweed. So, it’ll hurt. But it’ll be uphill from there. Any questions?” This was her area of expertise. Situations like this she excelled in, she felt powerful when healing. She grabbed her tourniquet and moved towards him, ready to put it in place-

He is a feeling.

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Orintek;

He tried to find things to distract him from his pain, both the physical and inwardly kind. However, no matter how he tried, his eyes seemed to be magnetized to the red cloth that was holding his leg together. He swallowed thickly when he accidentally moved, a pain moved through him in a way that made his stomach flop.

A shadow passed by and he looked up, a blur of blue in the blue sky- though he didn’t register it as a dragon until there was suddenly a woman approaching him, and a dragon following. His eyes were glued on the dragon with beautiful cloud markings on his sides. He blinked at the looming dragon, half aware of the woman that was introducing herself. Out of habit, he memorized the name – as names were important when getting to know people and understanding them. He glanced at her in mild shock at the eliding in her name… he hadn’t known a woman rider to do that, though he didn't know so many female riders, not until coming to Mavros. The brown rider he’d met hadn’t elided her name, and he briefly wondered why the blue rider had – though his mind was feeling foggy and was having a hard time keeping track of things in his mind… especially with the dragon that was there. He’d seen dragons, of course, it was hard not to see them in a place like Mavros, but… not this close up.

He had taken the bark absentmindedly, but hadn’t started chewing it, as he’d been not quite as sharp as he usually was. When she stopped talking and had ended in an apparent question, he looked at her a bit blankly, having been paying more attention to the dragon. He glanced at the willow bark and then back at the rider, just then the woman seemed to register in his consciousness… a beautiful brunette. Were all female riders so pretty? Granted, he’d only met two, but both were beautiful… or was it the sort of confidence that both had that magnified their beauty? The type of woman that a dragon desired as a partner?

“Uhm, sorry.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his heavy head a little. “I’m feeling a little… flitter-brained.” He stuck the bark in his mouth and started to chew to shut himself up, feeling like the connection between his mouth and mind were off just a bit. He grimaced as the bitter juices filled his mouth.

“Ny’x… that’s what you said, right? I am Orintek, I appreciate your help… and I apologize for this inconvenience.” Then he remembered she’d asked a question, though he couldn’t remember that part as clearly. He used reasoning to assume she’d asked if she could go ahead and treat him and nodded. “Go ahead… I’m ready…” though after staring at his leg for a moment, forced himself to look away, afraid looking at it would make the pain worse, and that he’d lose his afternoon meal.

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Ny’x – Blue Nimocith

For most of her speech, there hadn’t seemed to be anyone home, so when he shook his head with a chuckle and offered apologies, she let out a concerned tick of her tongue. -Shock- Nimocith said just as she said aloud, “Could be shock. It wouldn’t be unusual with the amount of blood loss you’ve experienced.” She was trying not to dwell on the fact that Nimocith had called this man a feeling. She knew what that meant. Like the twins… Like Ceela. This wasn’t the time or place to be considering luring him from his farming to that of a dragonrider. She needed to focus on the wound at hand.

I need you to support his back-it’ll also provide him some warmth, so his shock doesn’t get much worse when I start poking and prodding him. It’s going to hurt before I can put numbweed on it. As she spoke to her dragon, the farmer was addressing her, checking to see if he had heard right, and introducing himself as well. “That’s right, and don't you mind the inconvenience, it's what I signed up for. Though it is nice to meet you, Orintek, I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances..” She gave another sympathetic smile and pulled out the tourniquet quickly tightening the strap a couple of inches above the wound, then she motioned to her bonded.

“Nimocith is going to provide you back support and hopefully some warmth. Don’t need the shock getting any worse. Because this is going to hurt.” The dragon didn’t hesitate, showing uncommon courage as he snaked himself behind the farmer. I will always be what you need. His soft, loyal tone entered her mind. The blue pressed his foreleg to the back of the young man, and then, as if forgetting just how intimidating a dragon could be, hovered his head above them. Ny’x ignored him, because she needed to get to work, and she did just that, cleaning the wound with a thoroughness that made her wince with empathy.

She needed to distract him as best she could, and if Nimocith could show uncommon courage, then she could broke the subject, even if it had been mightily uncomfortable her last Search. “So Orintek, ever consider dragonriding?” Blunt hadn’t worked well last time, but it would jog this guy’s mind hopefully. She used the redwort water and one of the clean rags she had packed, knowing that it could sting, but also knowing it was the best cleansing herb to use, especially surrounding all of this dirt.

“I don’t know anything about farming honestly, other then it’s manual labor with literally the fruits of your labor, right? Dragonriding is similar to that I think, lot’s of manual labor, and all sorts of fruits to the labor, if not actually in the literal sense.”

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Orintek;

She warned him about the dragon, but this was no runner beast holding him up… It was a majestic creature that could blow…spit? Roar fire? He didn’t know the logistics of it, but either way; it was a great beast that he didn’t know much about, other than they protected all of Pern from Thread. He had great respect for dragons… at a distance.

He glanced up at the looming head just as awareness for his leg went shooting through him. Orintek bowed his head let out a groan through clenched teeth, his hands digging into whatever he was sitting on – all was irrelevant in that moment.

“Dragonriding?” He parroted, mostly to distract himself, but the concept took long painful moments to reach through the fog in his brain. He was starting to understand her question when she brought up farming… “Farming?” He didn’t farm. Then there was painful clarity.

“Oh, no, I uh – “ Then a moment of embarrassment. “I’m not…” He winced and glanced up with a pained smile. “…a farmer… though appearances might suggest otherwise.” He chuckled, shaking his head. No, he was not a farmer… he could keep trying at it, but perhaps he was supposed to be something else… A fisher? They didn’t have large equipment that could shred a leg, right? What had she suggested, dragon riding? That seemed especially hazardous. Fire… Height… “As for dragonriding…” He suddenly was very aware of the dragon behind and over him. He glanced up, trying desperately to ignore his pained leg. “If I can mess up something as simple as farming, I’m afraid the mix of fire, height, and me – would end up in disaster.”

He didn’t want to stop talking, as it was a nice distraction. “Do Weyrs usually teach their riders in the art of healing humans?”


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Ny’x – Blue Nimocith

Shards, he was in shock. It was the best explanation for the dreamy echoes to her words he was uttering. Farming should have at least been clear enough. She would have to work fast, which would make it more painful until she got the numbweed on. There was a lot of muscle damage as well, and while it would heal, standing would be seriously painful, even with the numbweed. Still, she needed to be thorough with the cleaning, or the wound would get infected, and at worst he could lose the leg.

So she rinsed the wound of visible debris, and used the rag with redwort water to retrieve debris that wouldn’t come out with the rinsing. She noticed his wince, as he struggled with words, and tried to be more gentle, despite the need for quickness. She looked up in surprise as he mentioned not being a farmer. Not a farmer? She looked at the large machinery that had caused this, and then back to the leg. Maybe the shock was progressing? “Ah. They do at that. What led you to... here?” She tried to be delicate in her asking... but it did seem pretty preposterous that a non-farmer would find themselves skewered by farming equipment. Unless of course he was new? But then what would he be doing with the heavy equipment right out the gate?

She finished cleansing the wound, then started digging through her bag of concoctions.

“If I can mess up something as simple as farming, I’m afraid the mix of fire, height, and me – would end up in disaster.”

She chuckled, nodding. Not all were suitable for dragonriding. She was surprised to be a part of the category herself. She pulled out her jar of numbweed and mosstea, her own special mixture, that increased protection from infection. Opening it deftly, she took a generous amount and slathered it on the wound. “You’d be surprised what you can overcome once you’ve bonded to a dragon.” She said, then blinked down at the wound, unsure where the words had come from. It was true though, especially for her.

His question put her back on track, and she strung needle to her thread, though paused before beginning the sewing to smile and answer him. “No. Not unless they feel inclined, though generally they push candidates to focus on their learning to prepare, should they become dragonriders. I grew up with healers for parents, and was searched while I was Journeying.” So she was a treasure, or added benefit to the weyr, and it made her proud. Very proud.

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Orintek;

Well, that was a long story. But it wasn’t like they didn’t have some time on their hands, and talking did distract him from the pain. “Trying to find my niche… I was here to have my go at gaining the Lord Holder position here at Mavros… obviously that didn’t turn out very well. There's not much for me back home, so looking for my new place in society. I had done some volunteer work with the farmers before, so they were glad to let me help… to be honest I don’t even know what I did wrong, they told me it was fool proof… does that make me the fool’s fool?” He chuckled at himself, shaking his head as she worked on prepping his leg.

Maybe dragon riding could be his thing; it wasn’t like he had many options left for him at Mavros. If he didn’t find his new occupation, it would mean his life was not going to be here – it would have to be back at home. His insides cringed at that thought.

He listened as sincerely as he could while he sat there with the needle poised. His face drained of whatever color was left. His leg was a gory sight, and obviously it needed to be stitched together – but the idea of the needle going through his skin had him light headed and woozy. “That uh, needle, it’s for putting this mess back together, hmm?”

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Ny’x – Blue Nimocith

Ah. The Lord Holder vote. She looked at the handsome man, he would have looked very fine in fine silks and a pretty woman, not unlike herself, on his arm. Wait, hadn’t Lord Asirikai… she tickled her brain trying to remind herself what she had heard about the vote… Hadn’t he won by a landslide? Her eyes widened a bit at the thought, and she tried hiding her reaction by dipping her head toward his leg as she worked. Well, that was embarrassing for him. Still, those shoulders… She wouldn’t mind getting lost in the storm of his eyes, even if he hadn’t been successful in his venture. He could be successful in other ventures, like dragonriding. Too bad he probably wouldn’t impress a green that Nimocith could chase and catch. Too few men impressed to greens… well, too few straight men.

She looked up when he asked his question about fools, and whether he was one, and she chuckled with him, shaking her head. “Surely not, I mean, accidents happen all the time to everyone.” She shrugged and gave him a grin. He was far too good looking to be a fool.

She blinked when she realized what he was asking while pointedly looking at the needle, and shook herself inwardly. She had let her words distract her, and he was patiently and kindly reminding her of her work. She felt a little silly and gave him an apologetic smile. “Yes, of course. My words got away from me.” Then without another thought, she let her hands get back to work, the needle slipping into flesh seamlessly. “Now, it’ll probably scar, and your leg has some muscle damage, so you’ll need to stay in one of the infirmary cots, and have some physical therapy. You’ll get more dragon interaction that way, since we usually try to do physical therapy where dragons are healing.” Her eyes were on her work as she let that last slip.

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Orintek;

Ah, well, that was kind of her anyways. After she shrugged, he mirrored her with his own shrug. He still felt the fool. 

However kind she was, she didn’t seem to hear his disdain and instead took his words as a reminder of her work instead. He didn’t have much time to prepare, or have the thought that he should look away- maybe he would have been fine if he’d looked away. Instead he watched with a growing sickening fascination as the needle went through his flesh. He couldn’t feel a thing, except for each time she tugged the sensation of pressure made his stomach roil. With the next stitch as he watched it go through him, the blood drained from his face, and everything N’yx was saying seemed to slur and fade, until darkness came over him, and his head rocked back onto the blue dragon that propped him up.

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Ny’x – Blue Nimocith

Ah, mine?

His attempt didn’t catch her attention, mostly because he was so quiet. She finished her sentence, her hands steadily continuing their work.

Mine, there is something wrong with the human. He looks dead.

“What?” She gasped, looking up, kneel-crawling in the dirt and muck to be closer to his head. “Orintek?” She said, her hand coming to his wrist to check for a pulse. One hand still clutched the needle awkwardly. 

Is he… dead?

“No. Shards.” She gasped in relief, there was a pulse, thank Faranth. “Orintek? Orintek?? Are you too cold? Do you feel nauseous?” She took him by the shoulders and shook a little. Maybe he was too cold… The shock? 

I don't think he liked the look of the needle.

We may need to bundle him up and get him back to the infirmary as quickly as possible. She could feel Nimocith’s understanding, and his big blue eye descended to watch both she and the man.

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Orintek;

He’d never gone between before, but he’d heard enough stories and descriptions, that his subconscious took it and the cold darkness that he had sunken into and there he was in a nightmare. He screamed, but it didn’t make a sound – and how had he gotten between anyway? Wouldn’t that mean there was a dragon under him? Warmer fingers gripped him and shook him – but that didn’t make sense either, wasn’t it said that /between/ there was no warmth? And light filtered through his lids- and he was screaming, but it faded into a groan as he ‘came to’ and was staring blearily up at a familiar face.

Oh. Oh. He cleared his throat. “Are we, uh, done?” He gave a sheepish smile, feeling tired and weak. He wished he could just get back up and work, he wished he hadn’t hurt himself, he wished he had won the election – but there they were in an undesirable reality.

OoC// feel free to transfer him if you wanna! I'll need to come up with a way that convinces him that he should be a candidate xD

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Ny’x – Blue Nimocith

He didn’t answer her question, blinking around dazedly. Shards, he had to be in shock… Thos Nimocith’s words didn’t go without consideration. “No, but we should finish this with you in a bed. Can’t risk you getting too cold., and the shock getting worse.”

She cinched his leg as tight as she could with a gauzy bandage murmuring, “Sorry. We won’t go between, no need risking shock by asking for it.” She smiled at the handsome man, and got up, wiping her hands on her trousers. “Okay, Nimo, take him up.” She quickly turned her back and launched onto her blue’s back, while Nimocith scooped the injured man as gingerly as his large claws allowed.

It didn’t take too long to get back to the weyr. Soon enough they had him deposited in the infirmary bed, and since Master Nadeera was currently working on an injured rider, who had had a run in with thread earlier that day. She had one of her assistants, Hennah, take over though so she could check in with Ny'x and Orintek.

“Master Nadeera, this is Orintek. He had a unfortunate run in with some farming equipment.” She then gave a brief report on the injury and what she had done. Master Nadeera tsked, shaking her head and unwrapping the gauze from his leg. “Well, dearie, looks like Ny’x has you taken care of, listen to her mind you. And plan on staying with us for a little while. We are going to need to do exercises for your leg.” She said, smiling and patting the man on the shoulder before getting called away again.

“Are you more comfortable? I’m going to have to stitch it the rest of the way. Are you going to pass out on me again?” She teased lightly, while tucking a warm blanket around the man. She was feeling really good about herself, seeing as Master Nadeera had given her such praise, and no correction. Not that she often needed it.

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Orintek;

In a bed? Where? But the fatigue wouldn’t let his thoughts be expressed properly. He had been glancing around, wondering if they’d use the farmer’s family’s home, but glanced sharply back at Ny’x at the mention of between? To between he would be going between! He thought with horror at the idea. He opened his mouth to respond, but she had already turned away, and the dragon was already scooping him up. His heart started to speed up and everything became sharper as they lifted glided toward the Weyr. In that instance, something different was happening – and he dreaded the thrill that he got by being in the air. It was like he was subconsciously realizing that this was some sort of catalyst, but all Orintek felt was dread. How could he mentally accept that his path was something other than a leader in his uncle’s home, or at Mavros in a capacity that he could fathom, when it was all he’d known? A holder’s life was a comfortable life, or so he tried to convince himself even with his leg sliced up.

The horror lessened as they landed. “Ehm, thank you.” He was good with names, why couldn’t he remember the blue’s name? Then there was discomfort and pain that distracted him from everything else until they settled him in a bed.

He smiled and nodded appropriately to the healer until the end his smile faltered a little. “A while… Okay.” He blinked at her as she left, blinking blankly at Ny’x until he got her meaning. “Yes, thank you…” He chuckled, “heh, no… I just… won’t look. That would probably be for the best.” He swallowed and looked to some other corner of the room.

“So… a while… what does, 'a while' mean in healer language, may I ask?” He was still in denial of this catalyst, he was convinced he had to get back to the fields, or back to the now official hold to find his true destiny.