16.May.19, 01:05 AM
“Think of it this way,” F’drel said wryly, “if you’re just learning now that you react terribly to the stuff, it means you haven’t had to deal with it before.” If Mylorah had spent her childhood menaced by the rash-inducing plant, she’d definitely have known what it looked like and how to avoid it, but she’d have spent a lot more time deeply uncomfortable. Or maybe this variety just didn’t grow in Katila and she never ran into it before. Still meant she’d never had to deal with it prior to this.
He kept slathering the numbweed on Mylorah’s back and shoulders, putting extra on the spots where the welts she mentioned had developed. Plants could do real nasty things to people, it was a wonder anyone survived the Southern Continent, not just Mylorah. And of course, since it was Mylorah, she had to make a comment about setting him up with someone.
“You can come back if you need to, but I doubt I’m any better at this than any other dragonrider. We all spend a lot of time oiling dragons, and it’s basically the same thing. You’re just a lot smaller than Miri.” F’drel highly doubted he had any particular skill at putting numbweed on people or oil on dragons, and certainly didn’t want Mylorah spreading any stories about him having talented hands. His life was complicated enough without random people showing up at his weyr declaring they needed his hands all over their bodies, thanks. Especially since most of them wouldn’t be bringing numbweed.
He kept slathering the numbweed on Mylorah’s back and shoulders, putting extra on the spots where the welts she mentioned had developed. Plants could do real nasty things to people, it was a wonder anyone survived the Southern Continent, not just Mylorah. And of course, since it was Mylorah, she had to make a comment about setting him up with someone.
“You can come back if you need to, but I doubt I’m any better at this than any other dragonrider. We all spend a lot of time oiling dragons, and it’s basically the same thing. You’re just a lot smaller than Miri.” F’drel highly doubted he had any particular skill at putting numbweed on people or oil on dragons, and certainly didn’t want Mylorah spreading any stories about him having talented hands. His life was complicated enough without random people showing up at his weyr declaring they needed his hands all over their bodies, thanks. Especially since most of them wouldn’t be bringing numbweed.