09.Feb.21, 11:06 PM
Between careful turns of the page, Jimeleah's right hand drummed on the table as she reviewed written accounts of burn accidents and how they were initially treated. It wasn't exactly thrilling material, most texts regarding burn victims focused on long term treatment and healing, and that wasn't something she was particularly interested in. Once that initial moment had passed and the patient was either stable or dead (which, she supposed in morbid fashion, was just another way to be stable), Jimeleah preferred her involvement to be done with so that she could move on.
Those papers look boring. A little. I'm just curious if there's anything about the initial treatment of burns that leads to better long-term outcomes. There was a pause before Jammerith responded, Well, I have an idea for something more interesting you could do if you wanted to take a break from that. Jimeleah chewed on her thumbnail as she continued to read. It's fine, I'd rather just finish getting through these so that I can return this book before it's missed. The green's normally soft and breathy voice held a lot more smoke and irritation as she asked, How much longer?
That made her pause as she did a more thorough mental check on her dragon. Jammerith was uncomfortable, annoyed, embarrassed... she abandoned her desk and pulled on her coat as she walked towards the door. Jam, what have you done? Where are you? The dragon's voice was much softer and embarrassed as she said,I saw some children playing under these trees and I thought I could fit...
Oh no. Jimeleah rushed to the bowl, quickly spotting the hint of tail sticking out from a small stand of trees, their branches bent low to the ground to create the sort of natural cave that weyr brats would make a cozy hideout out of. Only it was stuffed with a green dragon at the moment. "Jam," she sighed in exasperation. "Where are you stuck? Can you move your... no your wings are pinned and one's wrapped around that branch. How did you get that far in?" With a scowl she started to examine the situation to try to find some way to free the green.
That made her pause as she did a more thorough mental check on her dragon. Jammerith was uncomfortable, annoyed, embarrassed... she abandoned her desk and pulled on her coat as she walked towards the door. Jam, what have you done? Where are you? The dragon's voice was much softer and embarrassed as she said,
Oh no. Jimeleah rushed to the bowl, quickly spotting the hint of tail sticking out from a small stand of trees, their branches bent low to the ground to create the sort of natural cave that weyr brats would make a cozy hideout out of. Only it was stuffed with a green dragon at the moment. "Jam," she sighed in exasperation. "Where are you stuck? Can you move your... no your wings are pinned and one's wrapped around that branch. How did you get that far in?" With a scowl she started to examine the situation to try to find some way to free the green.