17.Sep.19, 11:34 AM
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?
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?