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12.Oct.19, 02:45 AM
It was Vaera’s day off, though she didn’t have any plans for it. Just a day of not doing any work in particular. She was caught up on all her work, as usual, and since she had nothing pressing Vaera had been planning on doing a good deal of nothing all day. So far she’d been succeeding, at least until she wandered out of her room where she was lounging on her bed and reading a book not related to Healing to go find a snack. On her way back to resume her reading. Vaera heard her name, and turned to the voice, not expecting to see T’ryn today. She blinked at him as she processed the stream of words. Zezeth was hurt? Was Madiquel alright? Was it so serious that her father was needed? She nodded at T’ryn, saying she’d find him, and took off at a brisk walk.
Her father was usually in his office most of the afternoon, and that day was no exception. Vaera found him there reading through a sheaf of papers. He looked up when she knocked on the door frame.
“Da, Madiquel’s dragon Zezeth is injured, she wants your help, specifically. T’ryn’s here to give us a ride,” she told him, subtly inviting herself along with him. Verec raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t comment. Good. Her father knew better than to try to convince her otherwise. Madiquel was her friend.
They quickly made their way to where T’ryn and Syrendryth waited. Vaera was pretty sure moving quickly and efficiently was a required skill for Healers, and her father was particularly good at it. He asked T’ryn for further details on Zezeth’s condition as Syrendryth took them high enough for the trip between, and Vaera listened intently, but it seemed T’ryn didn’t have many details either. Vaera could tell that mildly irked her father - he preferred not to walk in blind if he didn’t have to, she knew. “Injured” was very vague after all.
Still, there wasn’t much time for worry because they were at the Weyr soon after, and Vaera thanked Syrendryth as she slid off him to follow her father towards Madiquel and Zezeth, the thin green splayed on the ground and Madiquel’s face rather pale. Vaera bit her lip, trying to figure out what was wrong. At least there wasn’t blood everywhere, right? She wanted to follow her father to the pair, but she felt T’ryn’s hand on her arm and stayed where she was, turning to look up at him.
“I know,” she said quietly, stepping closer to T’ryn and clinging onto his arm. It was more to keep herself from rushing over to her friend then anything, though if it helped T’ryn in any way that was good too. “Zezeth will be fine. Da’s the best at this sort of thing, and he likes Madiquel. He’ll make sure she’s fine.” Vaera believed everything she said, but saying it aloud helped reinforce it. Her father was the best, he was chosen to be Masterhealer, after all. Vaera knew he wasn’t the best at everything related to Healing, but injuries were something he was experienced with, and he always stayed calm, and he was good at thinking on his feet, and that was a good trait when working with dragons, Vaera thought, since so much of Dragonhealing had been lost. Didn’t stop her worrying about Madiquel and Zezeth, and she leaned closer to T’ryn, still worrying her lip between her teeth as she watched her father look Zezeth over and ask Madiquel questions.
Her father was usually in his office most of the afternoon, and that day was no exception. Vaera found him there reading through a sheaf of papers. He looked up when she knocked on the door frame.
“Da, Madiquel’s dragon Zezeth is injured, she wants your help, specifically. T’ryn’s here to give us a ride,” she told him, subtly inviting herself along with him. Verec raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t comment. Good. Her father knew better than to try to convince her otherwise. Madiquel was her friend.
They quickly made their way to where T’ryn and Syrendryth waited. Vaera was pretty sure moving quickly and efficiently was a required skill for Healers, and her father was particularly good at it. He asked T’ryn for further details on Zezeth’s condition as Syrendryth took them high enough for the trip between, and Vaera listened intently, but it seemed T’ryn didn’t have many details either. Vaera could tell that mildly irked her father - he preferred not to walk in blind if he didn’t have to, she knew. “Injured” was very vague after all.
Still, there wasn’t much time for worry because they were at the Weyr soon after, and Vaera thanked Syrendryth as she slid off him to follow her father towards Madiquel and Zezeth, the thin green splayed on the ground and Madiquel’s face rather pale. Vaera bit her lip, trying to figure out what was wrong. At least there wasn’t blood everywhere, right? She wanted to follow her father to the pair, but she felt T’ryn’s hand on her arm and stayed where she was, turning to look up at him.
“I know,” she said quietly, stepping closer to T’ryn and clinging onto his arm. It was more to keep herself from rushing over to her friend then anything, though if it helped T’ryn in any way that was good too. “Zezeth will be fine. Da’s the best at this sort of thing, and he likes Madiquel. He’ll make sure she’s fine.” Vaera believed everything she said, but saying it aloud helped reinforce it. Her father was the best, he was chosen to be Masterhealer, after all. Vaera knew he wasn’t the best at everything related to Healing, but injuries were something he was experienced with, and he always stayed calm, and he was good at thinking on his feet, and that was a good trait when working with dragons, Vaera thought, since so much of Dragonhealing had been lost. Didn’t stop her worrying about Madiquel and Zezeth, and she leaned closer to T’ryn, still worrying her lip between her teeth as she watched her father look Zezeth over and ask Madiquel questions.
