Post by Ise on Oct 5, 2011 21:45:55 GMT -5
His sister had been hurt during the attacks, nothing life threatening but S’len was starting to think that crazy Arvid had been onto something. The Weyr had a sprit of its own and it didn’t care for Laure. Which was fine with him, he didn’t much care for his sibling either. He was just less eager to try and kill her now.
While Laure had been used like a punching bag during the attack, S’len had managed to escape more or less unharmed. Oh he had an assortment of bruises and a couple of little cuts but he had his head still. Even he was surprised by that little fact. Neither the Holdless nor his fellow weyrlings had managed to dispose of him. What a lucky break for him.
He made his way down to the infirmary, ignoring everyone he saw on his way there. Oh he may have helped out in the fight against the Holdless but that didn’t mean anyone liked him. While he no longer felt the need to run back to the Holdless, he still had little love for the Weyr, his loyalties were only to his dragon. But for some reason the healers of the Weyr still patched him up and still made him come by every few days. While the attack had left him relatively unharmed, the bite that Fenrith had given him had gotten infected. Enough riders had died during the attack that they didn’t want to lose another one due to something as silly as an infection.
Entering the infirmary, he found a healer he recognized and made a bee-line to them. He unwrapped the bandages that covered his arm, frowning a bit as he looked over the bite mark as well as his fingers. The nails were starting to grow back which was good but his fingers still looked like hell. The sting of the redwart disinfecting his arm made him curse quite colorfully at the healer before a mixture of crushed herbs was smeared onto the bite. S’len rewrapped his arm and hand himself, flexing his fingers to make sure he had things lose enough before he slipped off to look through the infirmary and see if his sister was still down there.
There were still plenty of people recovering from the attack in the infirmary, some would actually heal while others were just dying slowly as far as S’len was concerned. He didn’t understand why some of them weren’t just put out of their misery. What kind of person could stand to live a life when they were missing limbs or other important pieces? Wouldn’t it just be nicer to cut their throats and be done with it? But people hadn’t taken too kindly to that idea the first time he had suggested it so he kept his mouth shut. He was only interested in seeing if Laure was still being kept here or if she had finally been allowed to leave.
