24.Jan.12, 03:32 PM
Talian took a sip of water and rubbed his eyes for a moment. He was tired, mostly due to self-imposed excess. He'd been reading for several hours now. It wasn't anything too sophisticated, just a dated manual on dragonhealing. Talian hadn't decided if he really cared yet or not, but it was something to read...and something to read that he hadn't already read ten times before.
He couldn't blame the weyr for being short on up to date medical literature. He could blame them for plenty of other things, but if Fort's healing hall had a hard time producing something original for him to read, this damnable place sure wasn't going to. At least it was interesting. Dragons apparently worked quite different from humans.
It held his attention until he heard a soft knock on his door. "You have a patient," the girl said softly. Talian paused and set the bound papers aside, glad for a break. He rose to his feet and stretched a bit before heading off down the hall, wondering what he was going to find in that room. The weyr had proven full of surprises so far, though nothing particularly challenging had arisen.
The place was so sharding unorganized, too! He wouldn't be surprised if he showed up to find a second healer had been called as well. It wouldn't be the first time.
He tapped the door lightly and stepped into the room. "Good evening. What seems to be the problem?" he asked. He paused abruptly as he looked over the other two young men, neither of whom he was familiar with. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he sensed some sort of tension, some sort of tautness in the air as if he were interrupting something.
Instinctively, he took a step backwards and nodded modestly at each of them, inviting them to do whatever it was they were doing before calling on him. He felt his cheeks heating up.
He couldn't blame the weyr for being short on up to date medical literature. He could blame them for plenty of other things, but if Fort's healing hall had a hard time producing something original for him to read, this damnable place sure wasn't going to. At least it was interesting. Dragons apparently worked quite different from humans.
It held his attention until he heard a soft knock on his door. "You have a patient," the girl said softly. Talian paused and set the bound papers aside, glad for a break. He rose to his feet and stretched a bit before heading off down the hall, wondering what he was going to find in that room. The weyr had proven full of surprises so far, though nothing particularly challenging had arisen.
The place was so sharding unorganized, too! He wouldn't be surprised if he showed up to find a second healer had been called as well. It wouldn't be the first time.
He tapped the door lightly and stepped into the room. "Good evening. What seems to be the problem?" he asked. He paused abruptly as he looked over the other two young men, neither of whom he was familiar with. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he sensed some sort of tension, some sort of tautness in the air as if he were interrupting something.
Instinctively, he took a step backwards and nodded modestly at each of them, inviting them to do whatever it was they were doing before calling on him. He felt his cheeks heating up.