14.Oct.18, 09:13 PM
Verec had been eating dinner in his office when the Healer's Hall got the message the dragon eggs at Telgar Weyr were hatching. The Healers attending were picked out in advance and would get ready to go as soon as the announcement had been made, though considering the message came with several dragons ready to carry the Healers to the Weyr, most of them probably already knew. Still, it was Verec's job to make sure everyone was doing their job, so he put aside the last of his food to track down all the Healers who had been assigned to Hatchings.
His recent rule that Healers could only attend at Hatchings if they were thirty turns or older — in theory reducing the chance a dragonet would want them — meant the makeup of the Hatching team had changed in recent months. The rule didn’t hurt the dragonriders any, it just gave them more experienced Healers, and Verec even assigned himself to attend. Not because he wanted to go, mind, but Verec knew he was among the most experienced in emergency aid, and that’s what was really most needed at an event where the main risk was a baby dragon mauling people.
He still didn’t like it though.
Once all the Healers going with him were rounded up, Verec nodded at the brownrider who seemed to be in charge of picking up the Healers, and accepted the man’s help in getting onto the brown dragon. Betweening was a decidedly unpleasant experience, but being able to cross the continent in seconds was worth it. He didn’t like dragonriders, but Verec would admit they had uses, especially when they were uses that could save lives. When they arrived at the Hatching Sands, Verec headed over to the man he recognized as the Telgar Weyrleader to inform him the Healers were there. He couldn’t remember the man’s name, but whatever, he would just use the man’s title and get away with it. After that, he returned to the other Healers to make sure they were all prepared for whatever nonsense was about to go down.
His recent rule that Healers could only attend at Hatchings if they were thirty turns or older — in theory reducing the chance a dragonet would want them — meant the makeup of the Hatching team had changed in recent months. The rule didn’t hurt the dragonriders any, it just gave them more experienced Healers, and Verec even assigned himself to attend. Not because he wanted to go, mind, but Verec knew he was among the most experienced in emergency aid, and that’s what was really most needed at an event where the main risk was a baby dragon mauling people.
He still didn’t like it though.
Once all the Healers going with him were rounded up, Verec nodded at the brownrider who seemed to be in charge of picking up the Healers, and accepted the man’s help in getting onto the brown dragon. Betweening was a decidedly unpleasant experience, but being able to cross the continent in seconds was worth it. He didn’t like dragonriders, but Verec would admit they had uses, especially when they were uses that could save lives. When they arrived at the Hatching Sands, Verec headed over to the man he recognized as the Telgar Weyrleader to inform him the Healers were there. He couldn’t remember the man’s name, but whatever, he would just use the man’s title and get away with it. After that, he returned to the other Healers to make sure they were all prepared for whatever nonsense was about to go down.