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Jez Firetongue
13th of Spring 517 AV
Pavi/Grassland Sign , Common, Nari
13th of Spring 517 AV
Pavi/Grassland Sign , Common, Nari
Working at the Healing Hoof, Jez had had plenty of chances to see veterinary work in action. He didn’t know enough about healing herbs, medical techniques or have enough hands on experience to become a veterinarian just now. However with each season he was becoming more trusted by the elders at his job to take on more complex animal handling work. From simple guiding jobs, to grooming and then minor injuries, Jez was learning new aspects of his job as time went on. Now that Spring was upon them, he had a chance to help with a very important aspect of working with animals in Endrykas; bringing new life into the world. He understood some of the theory about assisting with livestock births, having spoken with Denhar about it and observed other veterinarians at work from a distance.
The day had now come for Jez to put his theoretical knowledge into practise. A few days ago Asher, a member of the Stormblood Pavilion, double Jez’s age, had come to the Healing Hoof to make them aware that help would be needed during the labour of three of their goat does. The owner of the goats, Rufio, had left them in his care while she was out of Endrykas for Spring, and he didn’t want to risk being alone during the births in case something went wrong. As goat births were usually a simple affair and Asher was an experienced animal handler, Denhar had allowed Jez to be the one to go.
Just before midday today Asher had turned up again at the Healing Hoof, with only Denhar around, and asked that assistance be given within a few Bells. Shortly after the man had left Jez had shown up to work, only to be sent in the direction of the Stormblood Pavilion. Atop Wind, his sandy dun Strider, he moved at a brisk trot Southwest. As Jez had met Asher Stormblood a few days prior, he knew who he was looking for, and that the man would be outside with the small goat herd.
“Slow now, Wind,” he spoke, patting the Strider’s neck and straightening his back, shifting the weight in his seat to back his words up via body language so the stallion knew for sure what he was asking for. He could see Asher stood by a small group of goats with a set of supplies by his feet, on the outskirts of a camp of mismatching canvas tents. There were a few other animals lurking around the tents, likely owned by the Pavilion and, like his own Pavilion’s animals, happy to stay close for safety and scraps. The three pregnant goat does were immediately obvious by their ballooned middles, with sunken sides and extended bellies. Their udders were distended and full of milk, ready for kids to suckle on.
“Hello there,” Asher called as Jez pulled Wind up a short distance away so as not to startle the does, “Jez, right? You’re here from the Healing Hoof, to assist with the goats?”
“That’s right,” Jez nodded, dismounting. He turned to his stallion, gently patting his rump, “Don’t wander too far, Wind, and don’t bother the goats.” The stallion showed no indication of having heard his partner but did turn away from the goats, lowering his head to slowly meander away and snuffle through the grass, nibbling occasionally on a particularly green plant.
Asher gestured to the goats as Jez approached, “I hope you’re ready to get your hands dirty. These girls are close to bursting.” Jez looked at the goats, brow furrowed. They were obviously heavily pregnant, true, but he could not see how Asher knew that they would be giving birth today. “How can you tell?” he asked.
“Go to Duh, the more ginger one. She’s friendly and will be okay with a stranger touching her as I tell you to,” Asher instructed, “Put your hand atop her spine at the base of her tail, facing your fingers away from her head. Then press inwards on either side of the spine gently, using fingers and thumb, and you should feel the difference from the normal state of a goat.” Jez slowly approached Duh from the side so she could see him coming, then knelt down and put out his hand to let her smell him, waiting a moment so she knew he meant no harm. He then slid a hand over the doe’s neck and gently moved it down to the base of her tail. Doing as instructed, he pressed in lightly and immediately felt the difference. While goats usually had a firm back either side of their spine, right now he was able to press into the tail base so much that had the skin not been in the way his fingers would touch.
“You feel the sunken area, yes?” Jez nodded to Asher’s question, standing up again, “We call the effect ‘lost ligaments’. They aren’t actually gone but have relaxed in preparation for the birth. It’s a sign that she will give birth within twelve Bells. Do you know how to tell that they are about to go into labour?” Jez frowned as he thought for a moment before it came to him.
“The…mucous plug…right?” he recalled Denhar and Balen talking about it a little while ago, “The plug appears and the vulva gets swollen and drops lower. I’ve heard about it but never seen it.” Asher chuckled and walked over, lifting Duh’s tail. “Ah! Looks like it’s almost time, see?” Jez looked and saw the thin trail of solid white mucous partly emerged from the doe’s vagina. The two Drykas backed away a few paces and sat in the grass to observe as Duh went into labour, ready to intervene if there was a problem.
The day had now come for Jez to put his theoretical knowledge into practise. A few days ago Asher, a member of the Stormblood Pavilion, double Jez’s age, had come to the Healing Hoof to make them aware that help would be needed during the labour of three of their goat does. The owner of the goats, Rufio, had left them in his care while she was out of Endrykas for Spring, and he didn’t want to risk being alone during the births in case something went wrong. As goat births were usually a simple affair and Asher was an experienced animal handler, Denhar had allowed Jez to be the one to go.
Just before midday today Asher had turned up again at the Healing Hoof, with only Denhar around, and asked that assistance be given within a few Bells. Shortly after the man had left Jez had shown up to work, only to be sent in the direction of the Stormblood Pavilion. Atop Wind, his sandy dun Strider, he moved at a brisk trot Southwest. As Jez had met Asher Stormblood a few days prior, he knew who he was looking for, and that the man would be outside with the small goat herd.
“Slow now, Wind,” he spoke, patting the Strider’s neck and straightening his back, shifting the weight in his seat to back his words up via body language so the stallion knew for sure what he was asking for. He could see Asher stood by a small group of goats with a set of supplies by his feet, on the outskirts of a camp of mismatching canvas tents. There were a few other animals lurking around the tents, likely owned by the Pavilion and, like his own Pavilion’s animals, happy to stay close for safety and scraps. The three pregnant goat does were immediately obvious by their ballooned middles, with sunken sides and extended bellies. Their udders were distended and full of milk, ready for kids to suckle on.
“Hello there,” Asher called as Jez pulled Wind up a short distance away so as not to startle the does, “Jez, right? You’re here from the Healing Hoof, to assist with the goats?”
“That’s right,” Jez nodded, dismounting. He turned to his stallion, gently patting his rump, “Don’t wander too far, Wind, and don’t bother the goats.” The stallion showed no indication of having heard his partner but did turn away from the goats, lowering his head to slowly meander away and snuffle through the grass, nibbling occasionally on a particularly green plant.
Asher gestured to the goats as Jez approached, “I hope you’re ready to get your hands dirty. These girls are close to bursting.” Jez looked at the goats, brow furrowed. They were obviously heavily pregnant, true, but he could not see how Asher knew that they would be giving birth today. “How can you tell?” he asked.
“Go to Duh, the more ginger one. She’s friendly and will be okay with a stranger touching her as I tell you to,” Asher instructed, “Put your hand atop her spine at the base of her tail, facing your fingers away from her head. Then press inwards on either side of the spine gently, using fingers and thumb, and you should feel the difference from the normal state of a goat.” Jez slowly approached Duh from the side so she could see him coming, then knelt down and put out his hand to let her smell him, waiting a moment so she knew he meant no harm. He then slid a hand over the doe’s neck and gently moved it down to the base of her tail. Doing as instructed, he pressed in lightly and immediately felt the difference. While goats usually had a firm back either side of their spine, right now he was able to press into the tail base so much that had the skin not been in the way his fingers would touch.
“You feel the sunken area, yes?” Jez nodded to Asher’s question, standing up again, “We call the effect ‘lost ligaments’. They aren’t actually gone but have relaxed in preparation for the birth. It’s a sign that she will give birth within twelve Bells. Do you know how to tell that they are about to go into labour?” Jez frowned as he thought for a moment before it came to him.
“The…mucous plug…right?” he recalled Denhar and Balen talking about it a little while ago, “The plug appears and the vulva gets swollen and drops lower. I’ve heard about it but never seen it.” Asher chuckled and walked over, lifting Duh’s tail. “Ah! Looks like it’s almost time, see?” Jez looked and saw the thin trail of solid white mucous partly emerged from the doe’s vagina. The two Drykas backed away a few paces and sat in the grass to observe as Duh went into labour, ready to intervene if there was a problem.
|| Jez Firetongue || 25 years || Drykas || Amethyst Clan || Firetongue Pavilion || Bond to Wind ||
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