A Minor Score

Writers: Heather, Mirren
Date Posted: 16th November 2015

Characters: Barenziah, D'shiel
Description: A healer fixes a thread score and becomes curious.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 4 of Turn 8

Barenziah

It might sound odd to some but Barenziah enjoyed Threadfall days as an
Apprentice Healer. At nearly thirty-Turns old Bareiznah was by far one
of the oldest Apprentices at the Weyr, but she didn't let it bother
her. Since she'd only transferred to the Weyr seven months ago she had
missed out on the opportunity to apprentice as a young child the way
others would have. Master Pachem had at least agreed to let her skip
some of the rudimentary things that the young Apprentices had to do
for classes, such as basic reading and writing and mathematics.
Barenziah only joined them in class when it came to actual lessons
that pertained to healing.

Threadfall days meant that she actually got to work with people,
helping dragonriders with small injuries such as burns and simple
scores. With her fiery red hair braided out of the way, Barenziah
folded the sleeves of her healer's tunic up over her forearms and then
began prepping her table and work area for the riders that would
surely come once the first Wing met the Leading Edge.

It didn't take long. Just a momentary distraction and a minor score,
but it hurt like the shells and D'shiel knew better than to ignore it.
On the contrary, he'd stared at it before Padraith took them both
between. For a fraction of a second he'd wondered if he shouldn't just
let thread get him. But it would get Padraith as well.

}:Today is not a good day to go between:{ the bronze said, landing
close to the infirmary so his rider could have his arm seen to.

"Got one coming in for you, Barenziah!" an apprentice called.

Barenziah looked up to see an unfamiliar bronzerider heading her way,
"Have a seat."

D'shiel let out an unintelligible grunt and lowered himself into a chair. It might be a minor score, but fardles it hurt.

"Where all did it touch you?" She asked as she prepped a jar of numbweed and some bandages.

He looked at her through brows creased in a frown. "Just my arm." It was obvious to him, but he supposed she couldn't make assumptions.

"Let's get this riding jacket off then." She said, glancing pointedly at the thick, protective piece of clothing. Since she wasn't a rider, Barenziah had never seen Thread up close, so she could only imagine how vicious it must be to eat through something as tough as the dragonriders' jackets.

Once, he'd have joked around with her about her wanting to take his clothes off. He would have flirted and maybe asked her to dinner. His present frame of mind could only get him to shrug off his jacket and wince as he tried to work it down his scored arm.

Barenziah reached out and helped open up the sleeve of the jacket and work it down the rider's arm. With the jacket out of the way Barenziah could see more clearly the damage done by the Thread that had left the sleeve of D'shiel's tunic tattered. Using scissors, the redhead cut the sleeve the rest of the way open.

"What's your name?" She asked as she began cleaning up the wound on his arm.

"D'shiel, Padraith's rider." He was going to have another scar, and with only himself to blame. He was lucky Padraith wasn't hurt as well. "It's not too bad, just hurts." Not that he was a healer.

"You're right. It's not too bad." She agreed as she cleaned the score with delicate dabs. Dipping a smooth wooden stick into the jar of numbweed, she brought it out and spread the cool creme onto the man's arm.

He hissed at the touch and cold of the creme. He gritted his teeth to keep from making a sound. The numbweed would kick in any moment now. Hopefully.

Barenziah found the man's reaction to the numbweed curious. Normally people enjoyed the cool touch of the numbing creme as it touched their burned, scored skin. **To each his own, I guess.**

"Well, D'shiel of Padraith, I think you'll live." She teased, trying to lighten his mood as she took a roll of clean, white bandages and wrapped the wound on his arm.

D'shiel snorted softly. "Goodie." That was half the problem lately. "Thanks." He looked her in the face and managed a slight smile. She was pretty. He might be miserable, but he wasn't blind.

Tying off the bandage, Barenziah smoothed her fingers over the white cloth on his arm, and then set the supplies aside. "You are quite welcome. If there is anything else you need please let me know."

He hesitated. "Can you mix me up something to help me sleep? Not right now," he added quickly. Obviously, since fall had barely begun. "I can get it later."

"I'm not allowed to do that yet, I'm just an apprentice." Barenziah said with an apologetic tilt of her head. "I can talk with one of the journeymen and maybe have something ready for you when you get back?" She wasn't sure if it was even allowed since the rider only had a flesh wound score, and not something that warranted fellis.

"No, it's fine," he said hastily. Then people would ask questions and make him see a mind healer or something. He'd deal with it on his own, without someone telling him what to think. "Thanks."

Barenziah didn't comment on the man's sudden change of heart. She wasn't a dragonrider and she knew she could never understand what they went through or the courage it took to fly Thread. She wouldn't judge D'shiel. "Any time, D'shiel. Take care."

"Yeah. Right," he muttered. "I suppose I'm expected to come back and have it checked?" Healers did like to fuss.

Since it was just a simple scoring there was really no need to have D'shiel back again, but for whatever reason Barenziah found herself saying, "Yes, stop back by in a sevenday and I'll check to make sure everything healed up cleanly."

He nodded and sighed. "Fine. Can I go now?"

"Of course." Barenziah stepped out of the man's way, but found herself inevitably curious as to what made him so... broody.

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