OOC Note :
Jez Firetongue
70th of Spring 517 AV
Pavi/Grassland Sign , Common, Nari
70th of Spring 517 AV
Pavi/Grassland Sign , Common, Nari
Jez was growing bored of waiting around for his travelling wounds to heal. Some had already closed, leaving permanent scars in the form of a gash in his left palm and a snake bite infection on his left forearm. His right wrist, sprained from a fall from his Strider, only gave an occasional twinge now, and the burn atop his right hand showed only a few remaining pink patches. However, he was still recovering from his two most recent wounds, those which happened in the last couple of days of his journey.
His right foot was wrapped in stiff bandages beneath his shoe, its three longest bones fractured. It gave him a limp and meant most of his time was spent sitting with it elevated on a pile of cloth. His most painful wound, however, was that caused by a young male wolf that had attacked him on his last day of travel. Bandages wrapped around his shoulder, under his arm and across his upper torso to cover the bite in his right shoulder. More bandages covered the marks left by back claws that spread from the centre of his torso to his left hip.
Jez had chosen to go shirtless today, the tug of the cloth on the bandages too painful. The thin trail of his black and purple windmark was on full display, painting the centre of his left shoulder and down his spine to the base. He kept on the leather wrap around his left forearm, finally replaced after his new Silkena, Bristle, stole the first as a chew toy during their journey from Riverfall. His trousers were held up by his purple sash, symbolic of the Amethyst Clan, with knotted rope and leather decorations hanging over it. Similar decorations were also braided into his hair.
After a few boring Bells sat around camp this morning, only useful in stoking the fire, Jez had decided it was time to go back to work. Having grown up in Endrykas, doing nothing to help his Pavilion felt wrong and went against everything he’d been taught. Though he wouldn’t be able to do anything too intense, he felt well enough to do something. His apologies had been given to Wind, his bonded Strider, as he left camp on the back of Eva, a Pavilion owned Seme, just before midday. The black mare was a docile creature, a perfect mount for the injured Drykas. He missed riding Wind but didn’t want to risk straining his injuries on the energetic stallion. Keeping one hand on Eva’s white mane and the other around an yvas handle, Jez guided the horse to walk to the Healing Hoof.
Upon arrival he called out a greeting to Kehal, one of the animal healers on break outside the tent. “Jez!” the man was surprised, “We didn’t expect you back so soon. Looks like you’re still in a bit of pain.” Jez shrugged and replied, “I thought I could do something simple today, to get me back into things. I’m so bored doing nothing at my Pavilion.” His colleague laughed and sent a wait sign as Jez made the motion to dismount.
“If something simple is what you’re after then you can take over the job we were planning at the Dawnwhisper Pavilion,” Kehal told him, “Since it’s your Clan, it means if you get too worn out with your injuries then it’s only a short trip home.” Jez nodded, signing agreed and go on. “We were involved in the births of some zibri and goats there while you were away, and wanted to check things were still okay with the mothers and young. I think they may also have some early in-foal mares that might need checking on, but you’ll need to ask them. Hang on a moment,” Kehal gathered up a few things and handed them to Jez, “Here. I assume you’ve got your grooming kit in your mare’s yvas bag. Take these salves and things with you, just in case they’re needed.”
Jez thanked Kehal, promising to bring any left-over supplies back the next time he was at the Healing Hoof, and turned Eva away, back in the direction of the Amethyst Clan. He knew where they camped but didn’t really have reason to visit, so was curious to see their set up. Once he reached their front tent, obvious by the Pavilion mark, he stopped Eva. Behind the tent was a fire, then another large tent. A mixture of zibri, horses and goats stood around, watched over by a helevaos shepherd dog. By the fire a hunting cat slept. Jez smiled as he thought of his own hunting companions, two new Silkenas who he was still learning to work with. One day, when they were a more cohesive unit, he would love to add a hunting cat to their team.
As Jez moved to carefully dismount the Seme a bark sounded from inside the camp. Jez groaned as the sound startled him into straightening up too fast, and paused now that his feet were on the floor to grit his teeth against the spike of pain from his wounds. He glanced to the side to see an imperial guard dog stood squared up by the fire, eyes fixed on him as it barked to alert the camp of his presence. The Drykas unattached the yvas bag from Eva and faced the camp, one hand holding the mare’s yvas to stop her from wandering off. Unlike his Strider, Jez had no bond to Eva and was not a good enough horseman to get her to stay by him without being held. If he let go she wouldn’t drift too far, too sensible and docile to bother, but it was wrong to let her wander another Pavilion without permission. “Dawnwhispers,” he called out, “Are you there?”
His right foot was wrapped in stiff bandages beneath his shoe, its three longest bones fractured. It gave him a limp and meant most of his time was spent sitting with it elevated on a pile of cloth. His most painful wound, however, was that caused by a young male wolf that had attacked him on his last day of travel. Bandages wrapped around his shoulder, under his arm and across his upper torso to cover the bite in his right shoulder. More bandages covered the marks left by back claws that spread from the centre of his torso to his left hip.
Jez had chosen to go shirtless today, the tug of the cloth on the bandages too painful. The thin trail of his black and purple windmark was on full display, painting the centre of his left shoulder and down his spine to the base. He kept on the leather wrap around his left forearm, finally replaced after his new Silkena, Bristle, stole the first as a chew toy during their journey from Riverfall. His trousers were held up by his purple sash, symbolic of the Amethyst Clan, with knotted rope and leather decorations hanging over it. Similar decorations were also braided into his hair.
After a few boring Bells sat around camp this morning, only useful in stoking the fire, Jez had decided it was time to go back to work. Having grown up in Endrykas, doing nothing to help his Pavilion felt wrong and went against everything he’d been taught. Though he wouldn’t be able to do anything too intense, he felt well enough to do something. His apologies had been given to Wind, his bonded Strider, as he left camp on the back of Eva, a Pavilion owned Seme, just before midday. The black mare was a docile creature, a perfect mount for the injured Drykas. He missed riding Wind but didn’t want to risk straining his injuries on the energetic stallion. Keeping one hand on Eva’s white mane and the other around an yvas handle, Jez guided the horse to walk to the Healing Hoof.
Upon arrival he called out a greeting to Kehal, one of the animal healers on break outside the tent. “Jez!” the man was surprised, “We didn’t expect you back so soon. Looks like you’re still in a bit of pain.” Jez shrugged and replied, “I thought I could do something simple today, to get me back into things. I’m so bored doing nothing at my Pavilion.” His colleague laughed and sent a wait sign as Jez made the motion to dismount.
“If something simple is what you’re after then you can take over the job we were planning at the Dawnwhisper Pavilion,” Kehal told him, “Since it’s your Clan, it means if you get too worn out with your injuries then it’s only a short trip home.” Jez nodded, signing agreed and go on. “We were involved in the births of some zibri and goats there while you were away, and wanted to check things were still okay with the mothers and young. I think they may also have some early in-foal mares that might need checking on, but you’ll need to ask them. Hang on a moment,” Kehal gathered up a few things and handed them to Jez, “Here. I assume you’ve got your grooming kit in your mare’s yvas bag. Take these salves and things with you, just in case they’re needed.”
Jez thanked Kehal, promising to bring any left-over supplies back the next time he was at the Healing Hoof, and turned Eva away, back in the direction of the Amethyst Clan. He knew where they camped but didn’t really have reason to visit, so was curious to see their set up. Once he reached their front tent, obvious by the Pavilion mark, he stopped Eva. Behind the tent was a fire, then another large tent. A mixture of zibri, horses and goats stood around, watched over by a helevaos shepherd dog. By the fire a hunting cat slept. Jez smiled as he thought of his own hunting companions, two new Silkenas who he was still learning to work with. One day, when they were a more cohesive unit, he would love to add a hunting cat to their team.
As Jez moved to carefully dismount the Seme a bark sounded from inside the camp. Jez groaned as the sound startled him into straightening up too fast, and paused now that his feet were on the floor to grit his teeth against the spike of pain from his wounds. He glanced to the side to see an imperial guard dog stood squared up by the fire, eyes fixed on him as it barked to alert the camp of his presence. The Drykas unattached the yvas bag from Eva and faced the camp, one hand holding the mare’s yvas to stop her from wandering off. Unlike his Strider, Jez had no bond to Eva and was not a good enough horseman to get her to stay by him without being held. If he let go she wouldn’t drift too far, too sensible and docile to bother, but it was wrong to let her wander another Pavilion without permission. “Dawnwhispers,” he called out, “Are you there?”
|| Jez Firetongue || 25 years || Drykas || Amethyst Clan || Firetongue Pavilion || Bond to Wind ||
The Heart of Nature Soothes the Heart of Man More Than Any Woman Can
