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18.Mar.12, 09:08 PM
Dragons were disgusting.
Tal wasn’t sure what he was feeling that night. He was lonely for sure. He was lonely for home, but he was also lonely for his friends. The dragons had started humming some time ago now. He wasn’t sure exactly how long. Just…long enough. He hadn’t paid attention.
He wondered if his friends would Impress. He wasn’t sure if he wanted them to. He kenw he should feel guilty for that creeping concern, but it didn’t matter too much since the actual outcome was far out of his hands anyway. He could wish all he wanted, it would either happen or it wouldn’t.
He just didn’t want to be left behind. That was probably inevitable, though. The dragons talked like most of those searched eventually Impressed. What would happen when, turns down the road, allof his friends had dragons and he was still without?
There was only one thing in the way of his emotions. He truly wanted them to be happy. He cared more for their happiness than his own, especially since he was pretty sure he would never be happy. If Impressing dragons and leaving him behind was going to make them happy, like so many people insisted it would, then who was he to complain about it?
The Weyrleader had been very clear . After his attempted suicide, Tal was not standing. Not now, and probably not ever. Tal didn’t mind that part. He still thought of Impression as a curse. It would be literal servitude, binding him to the Weyr in a way that geographical isolation and threats of lashings could not. He already expected to never breathe free air again, but a dragon? It would control every bit of his life, and worst of all, it would take his career away from him. He’d be a dragonrider first and a healer second. His entire life wasted.
No, he didn’t want to Impress. He’d never dreaded anything so desperately in his life. Nothing would get him near those eggs! Nothing, that is, except a horrible image of a shredded young girl.
He drew up instinctively at the image. He knew without words that they came from Larrikith. When she called out, however, he knew without question that her urgency was real.
He snapped to his feet and threw himself into the shelves of his office, where he’d been sitting anxiously in his chair all night. He immediately located the bag he kept mobile emergency supplies in (what decent trauma surgeon wouldn’t have one?) and ran for the front of the healing hall. His melancholy and indecision disappeared all at once, overwhelmed by the roiling urgency of a medical call. He hadn’t had a real emergency since arrival. B’jin’s lashing had been URGENT, but not an emergency.
He was at his most confident during things like this. As he made his way outside, he realized he liked the feeling.
That girl could die. Who knew what else was going on. That was worth submitting to the humiliation of riding Larrikith. He scrambled awkwardly onto the dragon’s neck without a moment of hesitation.
Seconds later, they arrived. Tal vaulted from the dragon’s back, clutching his bag tightly, as he made a fast sweep of the sands. One thing immediately caught his eye and distracted him momentarily from the task at hand; Erisi, with a green dragonet at his side. Tal’s heart fell into his guts and a wave of coldness washed over him.
Eri had Impressed. That was it, then. Shouldn’t Tal be happy for his friend? He searched Erisi’s face, hoping to get an idea of how Eri felt. If Eri was happy, Tal couldn’t say much. He even hoped he was, knowing Eri felt much the same about Impression as he did. But Eri just looked confused.
He frowned and swallowed his fears. Now wasn’t the time…especially with a wound like the one Tal had only just noticed! His guts twisted as he caught sight of Farlint’s mangled leg. Talian took a deep breath and sprinted to the triage, plowing his way through others as he came to his knees at Farlint’s side.
“You!” he said, pointing to another healer, “Apply pressure to that girl’s wounds, keep her alive!” he said as he dropped his bag and pulled his headband up, tying his hair out of the way before edging closer to Farlint and looking at the wound. A snapped tibia.
“Lym!” Tal said, reaching out with one hand and motioning to the sands. “You should get back…I can handle this, I promise,” he said. His eyes shot to Jada, who he wasn’t familiar with but had seen in candidate classes. “You too, miss. Thank you for your help, but you girls…you don’t need to miss your chance.”
He gritted his teeth. “Farlint, tell me what happened,” he breathed in a gentle but highly professional, focused voice as he reached for the leg to examine it. He didn’t actually now Far either, but he knew the young man’s name. He turned his head slightly towards Indivara, enough to see that her bleeding was under control. She would still need attention soon, though.
Tal wasn’t sure what he was feeling that night. He was lonely for sure. He was lonely for home, but he was also lonely for his friends. The dragons had started humming some time ago now. He wasn’t sure exactly how long. Just…long enough. He hadn’t paid attention.
He wondered if his friends would Impress. He wasn’t sure if he wanted them to. He kenw he should feel guilty for that creeping concern, but it didn’t matter too much since the actual outcome was far out of his hands anyway. He could wish all he wanted, it would either happen or it wouldn’t.
He just didn’t want to be left behind. That was probably inevitable, though. The dragons talked like most of those searched eventually Impressed. What would happen when, turns down the road, allof his friends had dragons and he was still without?
There was only one thing in the way of his emotions. He truly wanted them to be happy. He cared more for their happiness than his own, especially since he was pretty sure he would never be happy. If Impressing dragons and leaving him behind was going to make them happy, like so many people insisted it would, then who was he to complain about it?
The Weyrleader had been very clear . After his attempted suicide, Tal was not standing. Not now, and probably not ever. Tal didn’t mind that part. He still thought of Impression as a curse. It would be literal servitude, binding him to the Weyr in a way that geographical isolation and threats of lashings could not. He already expected to never breathe free air again, but a dragon? It would control every bit of his life, and worst of all, it would take his career away from him. He’d be a dragonrider first and a healer second. His entire life wasted.
No, he didn’t want to Impress. He’d never dreaded anything so desperately in his life. Nothing would get him near those eggs! Nothing, that is, except a horrible image of a shredded young girl.
He drew up instinctively at the image. He knew without words that they came from Larrikith. When she called out, however, he knew without question that her urgency was real.
He snapped to his feet and threw himself into the shelves of his office, where he’d been sitting anxiously in his chair all night. He immediately located the bag he kept mobile emergency supplies in (what decent trauma surgeon wouldn’t have one?) and ran for the front of the healing hall. His melancholy and indecision disappeared all at once, overwhelmed by the roiling urgency of a medical call. He hadn’t had a real emergency since arrival. B’jin’s lashing had been URGENT, but not an emergency.
He was at his most confident during things like this. As he made his way outside, he realized he liked the feeling.
That girl could die. Who knew what else was going on. That was worth submitting to the humiliation of riding Larrikith. He scrambled awkwardly onto the dragon’s neck without a moment of hesitation.
Seconds later, they arrived. Tal vaulted from the dragon’s back, clutching his bag tightly, as he made a fast sweep of the sands. One thing immediately caught his eye and distracted him momentarily from the task at hand; Erisi, with a green dragonet at his side. Tal’s heart fell into his guts and a wave of coldness washed over him.
Eri had Impressed. That was it, then. Shouldn’t Tal be happy for his friend? He searched Erisi’s face, hoping to get an idea of how Eri felt. If Eri was happy, Tal couldn’t say much. He even hoped he was, knowing Eri felt much the same about Impression as he did. But Eri just looked confused.
He frowned and swallowed his fears. Now wasn’t the time…especially with a wound like the one Tal had only just noticed! His guts twisted as he caught sight of Farlint’s mangled leg. Talian took a deep breath and sprinted to the triage, plowing his way through others as he came to his knees at Farlint’s side.
“You!” he said, pointing to another healer, “Apply pressure to that girl’s wounds, keep her alive!” he said as he dropped his bag and pulled his headband up, tying his hair out of the way before edging closer to Farlint and looking at the wound. A snapped tibia.
“Lym!” Tal said, reaching out with one hand and motioning to the sands. “You should get back…I can handle this, I promise,” he said. His eyes shot to Jada, who he wasn’t familiar with but had seen in candidate classes. “You too, miss. Thank you for your help, but you girls…you don’t need to miss your chance.”
He gritted his teeth. “Farlint, tell me what happened,” he breathed in a gentle but highly professional, focused voice as he reached for the leg to examine it. He didn’t actually now Far either, but he knew the young man’s name. He turned his head slightly towards Indivara, enough to see that her bleeding was under control. She would still need attention soon, though.
