| Subject: *Lauren growls menacingly.* If another slack jawed one o' ye gets hurt, then I'll medic you all until yer tails drop off! *she brightens up.* Now, first come, first serve! (inside) |
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Lauren Flame Eyes
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Date Posted: 18:55:01 02/19/03 Wed
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Chelki Sureshot
's message, "*Chelki taps her foot impatiently.* Golly gosh, it does take you chaps a long time to eat, wot! I've been scoutin' up ahead and we are REALLY close to the crows. *Looks at the darkining sky.* We should all rest til' mornin' then just afore dawn creep through the grove so as not to arouse any trouble wotwot! *Looks sharply at Lav.* Ya need to stop opinin' that wound or it'll never heal properly! Now who'll take first watch?" on 17:40:48 02/04/03 Tue
*Lauren sits Chelki down carefully, and leans her against a tree. She kneels down next to mousethief.* Tsk tsk! Ye shouldn't 've gone an done this to yourself! *She digs in her satchel. She wipes out the cuts so they won't get infected. She binds them tightly, and then studies mousethief's rib cage. She pokes and prods it, to determine where the fractures are. She takes slippery elm bark, and wraps it about mousethief's chest.* That should harden, and keep the bones in place. *She lifts up his limp arm.* Hmm, broken as well. *she takes four sticks, and wraps them to his arm with linen strips, as a kind of crude splint.* I'm sorry, that's the best I can do with my limited supplies. *she moves over to Chelki, and digs the beak out of her back, cleans it out, and wraps it up tightly, mumbling to herself.* And not a bit of yarrow to spare! Shame I'm missing the stuff, perfect to keep wounds from getting infected! Think of all the diseases you can get from birds! Ukk! *Lauren finds the source of bleeding on Chelki's neck. She cleans up the cut, and sews it shut. She turns on Folgrim.* I ought to leave you how you are! But, I'm made of softer stuff. *she grabs Fol's head, and begins to scrub out her cuts with extra vigor.* I can't let you get infected Fol! Nope! Can't have that! *Lauren sews up a particuarlly deep cut, and binds Folgrim's head with linen strips.* There! That outght to keep your gob shut! *she picks up Chelki.* Well, what are we waiting for? Onward! To the hills!
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