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29.Jan.21, 02:03 AM
Madiquel trotted through the Weyr with an expression of determination that had most people she passed leaving her alone. The occasional person would try to stop her for conversation, but she managed to politely excuse herself without them stealing too much of her time. She was on a mission, and didn’t want to be interrupted. In her arms, she carried two thick books; one a note book filled with her own writing, and the other a tome she’d found, which included a small portion on handling lightning strikes. It wasn’t anything the Healers didn’t already know, but she’d found it fascinating and was working on writing up a detailed report to hand to Master Verec when she got back to the Healer Hall.
It was unfortunate that B’kit and Erebuth were struck by lightning – it would be unfortunate for anyone! – but Madiquel wanted to make the most of a bad situation and she loved learning. She’d been very careful not to poke or prod her friend or his dragon too much, and had mostly watched obsessively over the shoulder of Eb’zer when he worked on her friend. She was no less interested in the healing of Erebuth, but she didn’t want to be a dragon healer so much as a people healer.
Finally reaching the weyr she wanted, Madiquel slowed her determined trot to a walk, and finally stopped before the door. Her hand was up and knocking in her tell-tale manner, and she barely waited for J’shom to open the door before she was squeezing past him with a bright flash of a smile, and a quick ‘hi!’. “Kitt!” She cheered, happy to see him up and about, even mildly, and bounced over to the couch where her friend was sitting cuddled up with Zoremet, and she gracefully sunk to the floor cross legged. “Are you feeling a bit better today?” she asked curiously, slightly worried but also determined that he must be, because he was healing, and while she was sure he still hurt and felt like crap, she was also sure he had to feel slightly better than he had the previous day. Hopefully.
“I thought you might like to keep me company while I work on my report,” she grinned up at him, shifting around so she could lean her back against the couch near his legs, and set her books down beside her. While she hadn’t let him – or anyone else – read it, she hadn’t made any secret of the fact that she was doing up a report on B’kit’s experience and his healing process. She really did find the whole thing morbidly fascinating.
It was unfortunate that B’kit and Erebuth were struck by lightning – it would be unfortunate for anyone! – but Madiquel wanted to make the most of a bad situation and she loved learning. She’d been very careful not to poke or prod her friend or his dragon too much, and had mostly watched obsessively over the shoulder of Eb’zer when he worked on her friend. She was no less interested in the healing of Erebuth, but she didn’t want to be a dragon healer so much as a people healer.
Finally reaching the weyr she wanted, Madiquel slowed her determined trot to a walk, and finally stopped before the door. Her hand was up and knocking in her tell-tale manner, and she barely waited for J’shom to open the door before she was squeezing past him with a bright flash of a smile, and a quick ‘hi!’. “Kitt!” She cheered, happy to see him up and about, even mildly, and bounced over to the couch where her friend was sitting cuddled up with Zoremet, and she gracefully sunk to the floor cross legged. “Are you feeling a bit better today?” she asked curiously, slightly worried but also determined that he must be, because he was healing, and while she was sure he still hurt and felt like crap, she was also sure he had to feel slightly better than he had the previous day. Hopefully.
“I thought you might like to keep me company while I work on my report,” she grinned up at him, shifting around so she could lean her back against the couch near his legs, and set her books down beside her. While she hadn’t let him – or anyone else – read it, she hadn’t made any secret of the fact that she was doing up a report on B’kit’s experience and his healing process. She really did find the whole thing morbidly fascinating.
