...realizes his error and adds a respectful, "Healer." Whatever has the brownrider scrapping the bottom must be damn important. Avarra tears her gaze away from the spectacle that is N'tan to give J'cobi a nod. "I'm still curious what these experiments are about," she says, tilting her head slightly. "Especially since you both seemed to think I would be of help." Hitching one shoulder she adds, "Is...
Th'deus is leaning against the wall, his monocular gaze directed rather intently at J'cobi, who is taking his ease on a chair, feet on an examining table. Alyx sits atop one of Elsveth's neck ridges, happily projecting through her color and sounds, Th'deus' mood-of-the-moment to any who might care to pay attention. "Y'could've picked a better time to get her, you know." Jack; blunt. "With...
...wears a silver belt around her waist. Her shoes are brown, serviceable, and tied up with strong laces. Spicy regards you, perched atop Ita's shoulder. Ita is 15 Turns, 1 month, and 6 days old. J'cobi Tall and lean--thinner than a wet feline has been used to describe him--Jack is a ball of roughshod energy. Always moving, always bouncing, his lean frame lends itself well to his movements--though...
...to her as of yet, but at this point moving still sime like an impossible task. Thera quietly enters from the bowl. Striding into the Infirmary with a rather goofy grin plastered on his face, J'cobi nods a quick 'hello' to Ita before stepping up to his newest patient. "Hello, you. Must say this daylight does /wonders/ for your complexion." Reaching for the hide set on the stand near her...
... assuming if there are gentlemen talking in the infirmary, her friend and superior is going to be one of them. "I think ..." She pauses as she sees the two men. "Oh. I'm sorry." Not J'cobi. "T'jano... W'ren." She remembers the bronzerider's name. "My apologies. I thought J'cobi might've been..." She flushes, and hurries toward a stack of hides waiting for her. As...
...go if you don't want to." She'll pause and stand stock still when Mrrth speaks to her, shakes her head and turns to look out towards where the green may be. "You don't think he's upset because of J'cobi's lessons do you Teej. He doesn't want me to be sick and they've helped some, but it's difficult this trying to separate the mind and sensation." "I don't know." T'jano tilts his head, tries...
...swallowing, assuming if there are gentlemen talking in the infirmary, her friend and superior is going to be one of them. "I think ..." She pauses as she sees the two men. "Oh. I'm sorry." Not J'cobi. "T'jano... W'ren." She remembers the bronzerider's name. "My apologies. I thought J'cobi might've been..." She flushes, and hurries toward a stack of hides waiting for her. As if he...
"How good is she at following orders, this Mad Madri of yours?" – J’cobi 8/17/2008 Logfile from Thaddeus. Infirmary The outer infirmary is a large open room so the dragons have easy access to it. The most commonly needed supplies -- those for threadscore -- are here in abundance on a wide shelf. There is also a long sink with cold water for cleaning and numbing wounds and...
...music, and her mind seems to transcribe it, to keep it for later. < < I'm well. I went to visit my mother, and she was able to see me. >> Which makes for a good day for the young woman. < < J'cobi seems tired. >> A mental light query, completely able to be brushed off should it be something she doesn't want to talk about. But she is curious. Or concerned. < < Ita frowns, looking down at...
Logfile from Ita. Jack and Ita deal with the consequences of Jack's decision. Madri comes in to see Elsveth, and talk turns to family. J'cobi must be out somewhere, and the other journeymen are doing their usual. Hidework. So, it falls on young Ita to watch the infirmary; and since there is no business, she is refilling bottles. Pour from one bottle into another. Pour pour pour. The young woman...
