09.Jul.13, 08:38 PM
J'di was making it a habit to at least do a cursory visual scan of each dragonet as the pair came over, especially those who'd been aggressive or clumsy in their rush to Impress. It seemed like there was always at least one pair too caught up in hunger or excitement to notice a scrape and tend to it probably. Or, if it was on a young man, who regarded it as a badge of honor instead of a potential source of infection.
She frowned to see the last green, wondering if the dragon was even strong enough to Impress. It might be kinder to some young soul if she wasn't. But no, there went her choice running over. Leaving behind the teary-eyed M'din (she knew hatchings could get to a rider, but Great Faranth, man, have some dignity...), J'di went to meet the new rider halfway as he next came running for her.
"If she is saying she is fine, that is a good sign." J'di didn't believe in coddling weyrlings, but she wasn't inhuman enough not to go more gently with one fearing for the life of his new-found dragon. "Other than general weakness, does she complain of pain or discomfort anywhere?" Like many female riders, J'di had been given a bit of dragonhealer training, in the hopes of encouraging her toward more feminine areas of weyr life. It might not be enough to call herself a dragonhealer proper, but if it was an internal problem, she'd be as much use (or lack thereof) as one of them would.
"And does she wish to be carried entirely, or merely helped?" Some dragons clung to their pride and dignity more than others, even as hatchlings. It wouldn't do to try carrying the green over if she'd only do herself more harm fighting them. Regardless of S'cer's answer, J'di glanced back and jerked her head for M'din to come over for another set of hands.
She frowned to see the last green, wondering if the dragon was even strong enough to Impress. It might be kinder to some young soul if she wasn't. But no, there went her choice running over. Leaving behind the teary-eyed M'din (she knew hatchings could get to a rider, but Great Faranth, man, have some dignity...), J'di went to meet the new rider halfway as he next came running for her.
"If she is saying she is fine, that is a good sign." J'di didn't believe in coddling weyrlings, but she wasn't inhuman enough not to go more gently with one fearing for the life of his new-found dragon. "Other than general weakness, does she complain of pain or discomfort anywhere?" Like many female riders, J'di had been given a bit of dragonhealer training, in the hopes of encouraging her toward more feminine areas of weyr life. It might not be enough to call herself a dragonhealer proper, but if it was an internal problem, she'd be as much use (or lack thereof) as one of them would.
"And does she wish to be carried entirely, or merely helped?" Some dragons clung to their pride and dignity more than others, even as hatchlings. It wouldn't do to try carrying the green over if she'd only do herself more harm fighting them. Regardless of S'cer's answer, J'di glanced back and jerked her head for M'din to come over for another set of hands.