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740.9.16 | Familiarity - P'rin - 16.Sep.19

P'rin was a worrier. He'd been that way since the first dragon went between all those years ago, before the self-imposed exile and isolation for so many long years. Far too many friends and family lost to accident and illness for him to be at all willing to just "wait and see" if he thought even something minor was wrong with one of his children or dragon.

This time, the patient was the dragon, "I don't care if you think it'll be ok, Davrath. You admitted yourself that it hurts, we're going to get your shoulder checked out." He had a take no argument tone that earned a much put upon sigh from the bronze, "And no, I'm not going to ride you there and you are not going to fly!" The pair made their way across the long walk from their weyr to the infirmary.

"We need some help out here." P'rin bellowed the call of one rider to another in flight, resting a hand on the coppery bronze's left foreleg. And, of course, he just expected someone to drop everything and come running, "Injured dragon!"

It's not as bad as you're making it sound, you know... Seriously. It was just a little sprain that gave him a slight twinge when first taking off. If he'd been thinking, he would have denied that anything was wrong at all. The only problem with that was that P'rn knew him too well and knew that there was something wrong. So now, the poor bronze had to suffer through a trip to see the healers with a rider that was worried about nothing!


RE: 740.9.16 | Familiarity - L'gan - 17.Sep.19

Absorbed in mixing a supplement to try to help strengthen the weyrlings’ bones, L’gan almost didn’t hear the first bellow for aid, but it was impossible to miss the second. He made a careful notation of where he was in the recipe, then joined the group hurrying out to see what was going on. For all the noise the rider was making, their dragon was shockingly quiet.

The healer stepped around an attendant who had stopped short in front of him, heading towards the upset rider. As he walked he glanced over the dragon for any obvious wounds. The way the man was carrying on, they’d expected broken limbs or torn wing membranes, but L’gan didn’t see either, and the bronze’s eyes also seemed fine.

Still, perhaps it was an internal injury or a stomach problem. The bronze was older than most he’d encountered, and he wracked his brain for a name. Davrath and… “Bronzerider P’rin. What seems to be the problem?” He gestured for Davrath to lower himself so L’gan could get a better look. Was it just him, or did the bronze seem embarrassed?


RE: 740.9.16 | Familiarity - P'rin - 21.Sep.19

"He says he's experiencing pain during takeoff." P'rin ignored his dragon's apologetic wilt to explain the problem. A problem that really did not need all of the theatrics the aged rider seemed to deem necessary. He didn't even seem to really see who it was that came out to see what the so-called injury was.

It really is not that bad... Mine is just a worrier. Davrath included L'gan in his comment, He worries about every sniffle and itch these days. His tone implied that he hoped his rider would get over it sooner rather than later and that everything would go back to normal.

P'rin scowled up at the coppery bronze, "I do not worry." Beat, "Well, maybe I do worry, but I want you healthy so we can stick around long enough to do what we were born to do." It's only then that he actually looked at the healer that came to help him. He stopped as though slapped and blinked, several times, "Laniced?" The normally gruff sounding rider sounded a little uncertain.


RE: 740.9.16 | Familiarity - L'gan - 23.Sep.19

L’gan was used to relatives getting hysterical around ill or injured loved ones, and knowing firsthand the deep bond between dragons and their riders and its impact on emotion was willing to cut the bronze rider some slack. Since the bronze had included him in his apologetic statement, L’gan addressed the dragon directly. “Let’s take a look anyway, since you’re here. Where is it hurting when you take off, Davrath? Your wings, shoulders, or back?” He stepped up onto a stool brought by an assistant so he could easily examine the wing joints and confirm without climbing all over.

“It sounds like a strain, and not anything worse. I don’t normally condone lazy dropping from heights, but it would be the easiest way to rest the joint. And I can make up a salve to help with the ache in the meantime. As long as you’re careful about takeoffs it should heal up easily in a few days.” He smiled and patted the bronze’s neck, checking for any other issues while he had the dragon right there.

He heard the shock and uncertainty in P’rin’s voice even as the name sent a shiver up his own spine. He stepped down off the stool and shook his head slightly. “L’gan of Semath,” he corrected, adding, “Laniced—L’ced of Gemith was my father.” He guided the rider to sit on the stool just in case he fell over. “They went between when I was very young. I take it you knew him?”


RE: 740.9.16 | Familiarity - P'rin - 23.Sep.19

I tried to tell him that... The bronze rumbled a sigh and gave his rider a smug look, The discomfort is in my left shoulder at the wing. Permission to be lazy had Davrath brightening and he turned to nuzzle at P'rin's chest, See? I told you that everything would be okay. It is not serious and will be better in a few days. Other than maybe a little arthritis, Davrath was a very healthy dragon, especially for a bronze his age.

"Your father..." P'rin shook his head, almost in wonder, a deep sadness washing over him, "The plague?" He shook his head again. So many lost all those years ago... He let himself be guided to the stool, "I guess that'd make me your grandfather." He sighed, lines of regret creasing his face, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, L'gan. I should have been." The young man probably had it better staying North, though. Far too many of his kids didn't make it back. He chuckled mirthlessly, "You've got an aunt, a couple uncles, and a cousin around here, somewhere."

The old man sighed and looked up at the healer, "You've got my apology for abandoning you and your family." He quirked a faint smirk, "And my thanks for checking Davrath over and putting up with an old man's hysterics."


RE: 740.9.16 | Familiarity - L'gan - 02.Oct.19

“I’m afraid so,” he replied when asked if it was the Plague. “I was too young to really remember it though.” Hearing their relationship stated so matter-of-factory was a little jarring, but L’gan let out a breath. “It’s alright,” he said after a moment. “Like I said, I was too young to notice overmuch. My mother never mentioned much about my father’s family; she knew you were a bronzerider but not much else, I suppose.”

The idea of unmet uncles and aunts and other relatives floating around teased a smile from his lips. He’d never been particularly close with any of his half siblings and they’d all grown further apart in the turns since. But it was reassuring to know P’rin had managed to reconnect with his children and grandchildren, even if L’gan wouldn’t know any of them from the next person to walk past.

“You don’t need to apologize. Those days and turns after the plague were chaotic and messy for everyone. I’ve long since outgrown any feelings of resentment at abandonment,” L’gan smiled to sweeten the words. “But I’m glad to get to know you both now.”