Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
09.Feb.20, 01:41 AM
Vaera hadn’t expected to see diagrams of dragon skeletons when she went into her father’s office to borrow a book. He’d always let her borrow books off his shelf, never wanting to squash her curiosity, even if he had moved a number of books to the highest shelf to keep her from physically getting her hands on them. It didn’t take her long to borrow his desk chair to use as a step-stool. Technically the notes and diagrams in a small pile on his desk weren’t a book, but Vaera didn’t see why the same principle didn’t apply. Dragons were rather fascinating, and it was tragic how much of the knowledge of them had died with the vast majority of the dragonriders. The diagrams were clearly from someone who had investigated the Weyrs in the turns between the Plague and the dragonrider’s return, based on some of the notes she found in the margins (the ones she could read at least, the original handwriting was atrocious). Vaera had quickly taken a few sheets off the top of the stack and set about making copies of the diagrams held within, and as much of the writing as she could make out, mostly thoughts about articulation and where muscles and ligaments likely attached.
Once she had the diagrams traced and the notes scribbled down, Vaera replaced the originals on the desk and relocated to the Hall library to re-write some of the hastily copied notes in a neater, more organized fashion. She was about halfway through when L’gan found her.
“First of all,” Vaera said, a little miffed at the implications L’gan had made, “Who would take me to an abandoned Weyr, hmn? Zezeth? Hardly.” She almost said something dismissive about how studying a skeleton was in no way disrespectful, but she restrained herself. Really, if there were any left in Igen or High Reaches the Weyrs should bring them to the Healer Hall for further study. It was always better to have a proper hands-on model one could work with, Master Terandin said as much all the time. “And anyway, I didn’t go anywhere outside this Hall. Da had them in his office, and I made copies.” Very painstaking copies, held up to the windows so Vaera could trace all the lines exactly using the light going through the paper.
“Though if you’re really worried about it, I can go put them away,” she said as she began gathering her papers and notes into a pile, still somewhat annoyed at what felt like L’gan accusing her of - of stealing, and trespassing, and being disrespectful of dragonriders. Fine, then. He didn’t have to see them. He could wait until Verec released copies to the general Healer population. That had to be what he was doing, anyway, looking at these diagrams he’d dug up from somewhere to see what might now be useful, since the Hall was working with the Weyrs more and more. Vaera knew a lot of the dragon books and documents had been lost or misplaced over the turns, thought irrelevant, and it was very like her father to go over everything rediscovered to make sure it had value - though Vaera couldn’t see how these diagrams wouldn’t be amazingly helpful, but perhaps he was arranging for a Harper to make copies, or even a bound book, before sharing them widely. That sounded like her father, after all.
Once she had the diagrams traced and the notes scribbled down, Vaera replaced the originals on the desk and relocated to the Hall library to re-write some of the hastily copied notes in a neater, more organized fashion. She was about halfway through when L’gan found her.
“First of all,” Vaera said, a little miffed at the implications L’gan had made, “Who would take me to an abandoned Weyr, hmn? Zezeth? Hardly.” She almost said something dismissive about how studying a skeleton was in no way disrespectful, but she restrained herself. Really, if there were any left in Igen or High Reaches the Weyrs should bring them to the Healer Hall for further study. It was always better to have a proper hands-on model one could work with, Master Terandin said as much all the time. “And anyway, I didn’t go anywhere outside this Hall. Da had them in his office, and I made copies.” Very painstaking copies, held up to the windows so Vaera could trace all the lines exactly using the light going through the paper.
“Though if you’re really worried about it, I can go put them away,” she said as she began gathering her papers and notes into a pile, still somewhat annoyed at what felt like L’gan accusing her of - of stealing, and trespassing, and being disrespectful of dragonriders. Fine, then. He didn’t have to see them. He could wait until Verec released copies to the general Healer population. That had to be what he was doing, anyway, looking at these diagrams he’d dug up from somewhere to see what might now be useful, since the Hall was working with the Weyrs more and more. Vaera knew a lot of the dragon books and documents had been lost or misplaced over the turns, thought irrelevant, and it was very like her father to go over everything rediscovered to make sure it had value - though Vaera couldn’t see how these diagrams wouldn’t be amazingly helpful, but perhaps he was arranging for a Harper to make copies, or even a bound book, before sharing them widely. That sounded like her father, after all.
