Old Injuries

Writers: Rochelle
Date Posted: 1st March 2009

Characters: Eleada
Description: Eleada argues with a cantankerous Gliorith after noticing the green favoring her stiff leg.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 11 of Turn 5

**Are you all right?** Eleada frowned at her green as she leaned on the fence, watching the dragon do an awkward little hop with her stiff hind leg on the ledge above her.

}:Fine.:{ Gliorith said shortly, tearing ravenously into the herdbeast in her claws.

**Are you sure? You're favoring your leg again. Did you forget to stretch it?**

The green glowered down at her rider over her kill, eyes whirling as she continued to tear messily into the animal. }:No.:{ The dragon replied testily.

Eleada studied her green, her frown deepening. Gliorith wasn't a wily creature, but sometimes she could be just as stubborn than her rider. The "No" could be either a denial that the green was favoring her leg, that she'd forgotten to stretch, or both. **You're sure you stretched it after your nap?**

Gliorith growled, tearing the hindquarters off the animal with a vicious jerk that sent blood spattering along her muzzle. }:Yes. Let me eat.:{

Her green wasn't so much hungry, Eleada noted, as unwilling to discuss the situation. She sighed. When Gliorith had problems with her leg it always put the green into a bad mood. But she couldn't let it drop. Eleada wasn't about to let her green favor the leg right into uselessness -which she would if given half a chance, even over a turn after the threadscoring had healed. If it was just general stiffness again that was one thing. But if Gliorith had pulled something while taking off for drills earlier she was going to have to coax the recalcitrant beast over to the dragon infirmary.

**When you finish that herdbeast come here. I want to check your scores.**

}:No. I am hungry.:{ Gliorith said stubbornly, showing every evidence of enthusiasm in her meal. }:I want another.:{ She gulped the last mouthful down and dropped from the ledge before Eleada could answer, soaring low over the stampeding herd.

**No Gliorith, come here first.** Eleada answered quickly, but even as she thought it the green snatched a fair sized animal and returned to the ledge over the feeding pens. Eleada groaned in frustration, running a hand over her forehead and through her damp curls. She shouldn't have promised the green a meal right after drills... **Gliorith!**

Her dragon ignored her, biting satisfied into the neck of the still thrashing creature, and watched in satisfaction as the twitching slowly came to a stop.

Eleada sighed, resting her head on her arms as she leaned against the high fence around the feeding pens. Why couldn't the green make it easy for her? It would only take a few moments to check and then she could get the rest of her meal. Then again, if she did find something other than general stiffness, Eleada was going to take her over to the dragonhealers immediate, and Gliorith knew perfectly well that she might not have gotten the rest of her meal on the off chance that the healers needed to give her something. **Fine. When you're finished. Two's your limit anyway.**

}:One more. A little one.:{

**No. Two is enough. You're not even that hungry anyway.** Eleada replied firmly, grateful that she could tell the degree of her dragon's hunger through their bond at times like this. **I want to look at that leg.**

}:My leg is fine.:{ Gliorith replied testily, her jaws snapping at the herdbeast.

**No, it isn't.** Eleada replied calmly. }:Or you wouldn't be hopping like that when you land. I need to see if we need to stretch it some more or if I need to get you some salve from the healers again.**

The green grumbled, but the second herdbeast seemed to have improved her mood a little, because she didn't answer back this time. However, she slowed her frenetic pace of eating, becoming unusually fastidious. Eleada resisted the urge to tell her to hurry up as she wrestled with the little gnawing worry in the base of her stomach. Gliorith was acting as if she knew something was wrong and was trying to avoid the confrontation.

Finally, the beast had vanished, and Eleada watched with a little amusement as her green stretched, her moves precise and calculated to stretch her muscles lightly before dropping off the blood soaked ledge where she'd had her meal. Eleada noted distractedly that she was going to need another bath to get all the gore off the green.

**All right. Right here.** She directed, moving away from the fence to a more open area. The green grumbled, but followed her directions and backwinged to a neat landing in front of her.

Well, it would have been neat it the green's stiff hindleg had bent properly rather than forcing her to do a peculiar hopping motion as she landed.

**Does it hurt?** She asked, striding under the wing toward the tail.

}:No.:{ Gliorith said stubbornly, shifting her weight off the affected limb in order to move it to a more usable angle.

Eleada stepped quickly over, running light hands over the joints. She didn't see anything, but Gliorith's hide did seem to be a little warmer than normal here, and a little **It's just hard to move?**

Gliorith grumbled audibly, not really answering her rider but betraying her true answer all the same and causing Ekeada to examine the warm leg a little closer.

"I think I want a healer looking at this, Gli'." She admitted aloud. "It looks like something pulled a little at your knee." She said worriedly. This was hardly the first time this had happened, but she it didn't make her worry any less. "I want a healer to look this over."

She said the last line firmly, not giving the green any chance to balk or argue, knowing that otherwise Gliorith would run right over the top of her. Today however, the green seemed at least partly amendable to the situation now that she had some meat in her.

}:All right.:{ The green conceded reluctantly.

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