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1. [DL-C] NRPG: Timing of Posts.
From: "Arlene at PatioMats.com" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-C] NRPG: Timing of Posts.
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-C] Bedside Manners (JP)
From: John Pepper <trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 22:07:46 -0400
From: "Arlene at PatioMats.com" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] NRPG: Timing of Posts.
NRPG: The last four Cleft posts should all take place the afternoon /
evening of the same day -- which is DAY 3.
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Message: 2
Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 22:08:49 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] NRPG: Timing of Posts.
NRPG: The last four Cleft posts should all take place the afternoon /
evening of the same day -- which is DAY 3.
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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 21:05:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Pepper <trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] Bedside Manners (JP)
Morning, Day 4
Warrenlady's Apartment
Trevor knelt down by Trissana's head, biting his lip as he listened to
her labored breathing. He rested his hand against her cheek, and was
again dismayed to feel how hot it was. He took a towel he'd dipped in
cool water and wiped it across her muzzle in an attempt to cool her
down. Despite the heat she was putting out, she was ****vering
violently. Syren and Bohoc were both outside on the ledge, and
periodically one or the other of them would peer in through the
entrance.
Trevor looked worriedly over at S'lomon, who stood next to Andahar a
short distance away. "I don't understand," he said, almost beside
himself with worry. "She was fine yesterday...and now..." He squeezed
his eyes shut, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. "And now you're
telling me she's got...she's got..."
S'lomon sighed. "I've had Leis call Blanchie, and she says she'll have
Lenna here in just a few moments." He didn't see the sour look that
came over Andahar's face at the mention of that name. "But I'd say
she's got...a week, maybe ten days."
Trevor looped his arm around Triss' muzzle, holding her tightly as
though afraid to let her go. "But.there must be something you can do?"
"Lenna has more experience than I do with healing dragons, at least in
areas where surgery isn't called for," S'lomon told him. "But Trevor,
there's...well, I think there's really very little we can do...other
than to...well, to make her comfortable."
"My poor Cupcake," Trevor said softly, stroking the hot scales on her
face. She was ****vering and wheezing so violently that he pressed
himself up against her to provide whatever tiny amount of warmth his
small body could impart to the big dragon.. Well, if nothing else, it
couldn't hurt.
He was so intent on trying to comfort her that he didn't hear the sound
of a dragon backwinging in for a landing on the ledge. Andahar rolled
his eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Map-maker should not
treat dragon as sick baby," he said.
"And how should he treat his dragon?" Lenna asked, as she strode in
through the entrance as Blanchie joined the other two dragons observing
from outside. "Tell us, Oh-He-Who-
Knows-Everything-About-How-To-Treat-Others. We all know how *you*
treat the mother of your daughters!"
Andahar turned on Lenna, his eyes blazing, "You should learn to keep
out of talk that does not concern you."
"Well since *I* was called here to look at Triss... I think it does
concern me," her smile grew even wider as her blue eyes narrowed. "What
are you doing here? She's not your dragon?"
Andahar just stood stoically, making a point of looking past Lenna
rather than at her. "Giving advice. Helping where needed."
"And I suppose your advice would be to throw Triss out with the wash,"
she smiled sweetly, coming closer to have a look at the dragon. "Or
maybe have someone recite a Nomad ritual to banish her for getting
sick?"
Andahar did not deign to reply, just continued to look disapprovingly
at her.
"Bad Girl, Triss," Lenna scolded the pearly dragon out loud, but Triss
knew she was only teasing for her touch was soft and gentle. "How could
you go and get sick? Don't you know there's no *honor* in getting
sick?"
Triss sniffled and ****vered some more, and Trevor looked at Lenna to
see what she thought. It was then that he noticed that Lenna's eyes
were red and puffy. "Lenna, you're not sick too, are you?" he asked
worriedly.
"No. I'm not sick," she told him, staring at him with unblinking eyes
for a second. "And I don't want to talk about it."
Trevor nodded absently, and returned his attention to his suffering
dragon. "What's wrong with her?" he asked. "She's burning up, but
says she's freezing. And she keeps coughing and sneezing...she's never
done that before! I've heard of those plagues dragons can get, like at
Telnor..."
Trevor looked up as he heard the sound of someone entering, and saw
that it was his grandmother Merilan. She was carrying a tray with what
appeared to be a pot of tea and some cups. He was about to say
something when suddenly Triss' neck arched and she let out a violent
sneeze. Caught by surprise, Trevor was blown backward through the air
with a startled cry, disappearing over the ledge before Bohoc,
Blanchie, or Syren could try to catch him.
"Trevor!" Merilan cried, dropping the tray and making her way as fast
as she could toward the entrance. Andahar held out a hand to indicate
that she should stop. "Is of no concern," he said.
"Great Nomad chieftain should know when to show concern for those of
his tribe," Lenna said acidly. "If 'Mapmaker' isn't, then who is?"
Trying not to show how Lenna's words stung, Andahar picked up the tray
and handed it back to Merilan. Then he walked over to the ledge, past
the gathered dragons, and knelt down. Extending his arm, he helped
Trevor back up onto the ledge. "See, Mapmaker lives. Is Queenrider
apartment, drop from ledge is only six feet to Green. Is not child
and does not need to be treated as one. Same goes for Trissana."
Trevor hurried back over to Triss, taking the damp rag and using it to
wipe her nose. [I'b sowwy,] Triss sniffled, her distress at having
almost hurt her rider making her feel all the worse. [I did'dt bead to
do dat...]
Trevor repeatedly assured her that it wasn't her fault as he began to
help her get underneath her blanket so that its warmth could ease her
****vering. While this was going on, he turned to Lenna. "S'lomon says
she's got a week...maybe ten days. That can't be right, can it?"
Lenna bent down and quickly examined the dragon, while she had Blanchie
ask a few questions. "Yes, I'm afraid it's true. We can make her
comfortable.... I can give her something to help her breathe
easier...but beyond that, all she can really do is rest and stay warm.
It takes a week to ten days for something like this to run its course,
just like it would with one of us."
Trevor looked as though he'd been handed a death sentence. Andahar
rolled his eyes, having finally seen enough.
"Dragon has COLD," he said, exasperated. "Bohoc has had cold, out in
wild, with no dragonhealer and no blanket. He recover." He crossed
his arms again and managed to look even more annoyed. "Worse.Chief of
Anavasha tribe has had cold in wilds!" He poked a thumb against his
chest to indicate himself. "Dragon was no good except to lend
sympathetic ear, and not much good at that, even."
Outside on the ledge, Bohoc let out a loud snort, obviously not
entirely in agreement with Andahar's *****sment of his bedside manner.
With some help from Lenna, Trevor got Trissana situated under her
blanket. She curled herself around so that she was almost completely
hidden by it. Trevor noticed, however, that the end of her tail was
protruding from the blanket. Exposed to the air, it was still
****vering. Trevor hurried over and lifted the spade-tip, holding it
against him to warm it. Then he hurried into his and Cynthia's
apartment, reappearing a moment later with a heavy woolen comforter.
He laid this over the exposed section of tail, carefully tucking it
around so it would stay in place. Once the job was done, he gave a
sigh of relief.
[Dak you,] she sniffled.
Trevor patted the section of blanket-covered dragon nearest him. *It's
ok, Cupcake, you just lie here and keep warm.* He settled down beside
her to wait.
Andahar frowned, "That is blanket off your bed? What will cover
Cynthia when she come home?"
Trevor looked up and blinked. "Oh...right. I'll get a different one
later, once she's asleep."
"There are some herbs that you can boil in a kettle," said Lenna,
giving him a list. "The steam would help her breathe better, and would
help the sneezing and coughing too."
"Thanks," said Trevor. "I'll get these right away." He started to get
up, but was stopped by the disapproving expression on Andahar's face.
"What about Cynthia, K'rald and Bahb?" Andahar wanted to know. He
looked at both Lenna and S'lomon. "What if they get cold from
Trissana?"
"Oh, *now * you're worried about colds," Trevor grumbled.
"Dragon will live through cold," Andahar returned. "Not sure about
babies."
S'lomon blinked, clearly not expecting this question. "Well...I don't
know," he admitted. "Colds aren't dangerous, usually...Cynthia
wouldn't be in any danger."
"Wait, you're saying Cynthia could get a cold from a *dragon?* Lenna
demanded. "I've never heard of such a thing!"
"Well, people catch colds from one another by breathing the bad air
that the sick person exhales," said S'lomon. "I truly don't know if
anyone's done a study to see how often people can pick up colds from
dragons, or vice versa. Do you know where Triss got it?"
Trevor sighed. "I suspect it was from Tymor," he said. "Triss said
yesterday morning that Tymor didn't come to see us off because she
wasn't feeling well."
"See??" Lenna said. "She caught it from another dragon. There's no
proof that dragons and humans can pass colds back and forth!"
"But you do not know," said Andahar. "You would risk baby getting cold?
Because you do not have 'proof''?" Andahar glared at Lenna, then
turned to Trevor, "You can not bring baby home with Trissana here."
"And you're suggesting.what?" Lenna asked.
"Put Trissana in empty apartment, or in hatching cavern, until she is
over cold," said Andahar. "That way, she does not give it to Bahb and
K'rald."
Trevor stood up and faced Andahar. "Look, no one wants Cynthia and the
babies to come home more than I do. You've got a daughter to think
about.I have a son AND my mate! They've been in the med center long
enough, and I want them to come home! And I am every bit as concerned
about them as you are.the last thing I want is for any of them to get
sick, and I don't want to take even the slightest chance of that!"
"Wait, you're agreeing with him?" Lenna asked, surprised.
"No, I'm not," said Trevor. "Because as much as I want Cynthia and the
babies back home, I'm NOT going to risk my dragon's life.or risk having
her in bad health the rest of her life because I didn't look after her
properly when she was sick."
Andahar shook his head. "Cold is dangerous to babies, not to dragon."
"And how do you know it's just a cold?" Trevor demanded. He looked
over at Merilan. "Didn't you tell me that you had a friend at Keldarra
who spent most of her life confined to the inside of the warren because
she was sick when she was younger, and then couldn't breathe properly
for the rest of her life?"
Merilan nodded. "Yes.it was a sad case, one of those sicknesses that
the healers can't cure. She couldn't walk across the room without
having to stop to catch her breath. And she had an awful cough most of
the time."
Trevor looked at Lenna and S'lomon. "So.can you tell me you're
absolutely sure that Triss just has a cold and not something more
serious? Something that could be aggravated by making her get up and
exert herself to go outside?"
S'lomon looked uncomfortable. "Well, a cold is the most probable
answer, but."
"But, no, we can't say that for sure," Lenna said. She turned to
Andahar. "He's right, Andahar. If it's one of those sicknesses where
water gets into the lungs.people do die from that. Or, as Merilan
said, they can be crippled. If he doesn't want to risk it, I don't
blame him."
"And how will you explain to mate that she must stay in med center for
ten more days?" Andahar demanded.
Trevor was about to answer that he would go over and move into
Cynthia's room to be with her, when S'lomon spoke up. "It seems to me
that there's someone else that needs to be in on this," he said. When
the others looked uncomprehendingly at him, he said, "Cynthia. She is
expecting to come home today, and we all know that she tends to have
her own ideas on how things should be. But unlike us, she can make her
ideas happen just by ordering that it be so. I think we should put
this to her."
Andahar narrowed his eyes and looked over at Trevor and Lenna. "I will
abide by decision of Warrenlady Cynthia," he said. "Will Mapmaker
and.woman.do likewise?"
Trevor scowled, but nodded. "I will," he said. "I trust her judgment
more than anyone else."
"Even if it means moving Triss?" Lenna asked.
Trevor hesitated a moment, then nodded again.
"Then I suggest we go and see her now," said Lenna.
(Tag Alton - what will Cynthia decide?)
Submitted by:
Barb (Lenna & Blanchie)
Arlene (Andahar & Bohoc, Merilan)
John (Trevor & Trissana)
Cleft Warren
Summary: Morning, Day 4
Triss comes down sick, while Trevor and Andahar are at odds over how
serious it is. Lenna comes and agrees with S'lomon that she probably
has a cold, but concedes that it could be something more serious.
Andahar fears that the babies might catch what she has if they are
exposed, but Trevor is unwilling to risk Triss by moving her. They
decide to get Cynthia's opinion.
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