12.Dec.12, 04:54 AM
Watching the large bronze he found himself scratching the bronze under his chin as he'd been shown that he enjoyed greatly. “Easy mighty bronze. I know. D'ren will wake but Ronarth.. You need to be tended if D'ren sees you as you are now I think he will go right back into a sick bed. You will get sick, and then how will D'ren fair?”
Speaking softly he gave the bronze a deep even hum as he tried to sooth the dragon but reason with him. He needed to find a healer to take care of Ronarth, someone needed to clearly clean out the wound it wasn't supposed to be that color, that much was clear to even Nejerc. As the dragon spoke of someone coming to tend him but being chased away he frowned.
Someone who would kill him? 'Ah... Talian.' It was the only conclusion that Nejerc could think of off the top of his head. Tsuen had chased off Talian? Tsuen had looked at the bronze and seen his injury but done NOTHING but let the dragon deteriorate even knowing he needed a healer? The focus of his anger shifted quickly to the weyr woman who had chased away the one who would have tended Talian.
But Talian clarified that he was no dragon healer... Yet still he was willing to do something for Ronarth when everyone else was to frightened. Perhaps Nejerc should go look for the healer and demand he tend Ronarth, and stand over him until it was done. He didn't care if he would have to stand up to Tsuen, or S'kef damn them both for letting Ronarth waste away while D'ren lay in a bed unable to see to the task himself.
The mighty creature who had long served them, and the rider who had done much for them deserved better! “D'ren is very strong, you best of all know so Ronarth. He is fairing better of late, he needs to rest is all. D'ren will wake.” 'I hope, and may he come out of the poison and pain to be clear..'
Speaking softly he gave the bronze a deep even hum as he tried to sooth the dragon but reason with him. He needed to find a healer to take care of Ronarth, someone needed to clearly clean out the wound it wasn't supposed to be that color, that much was clear to even Nejerc. As the dragon spoke of someone coming to tend him but being chased away he frowned.
Someone who would kill him? 'Ah... Talian.' It was the only conclusion that Nejerc could think of off the top of his head. Tsuen had chased off Talian? Tsuen had looked at the bronze and seen his injury but done NOTHING but let the dragon deteriorate even knowing he needed a healer? The focus of his anger shifted quickly to the weyr woman who had chased away the one who would have tended Talian.
But Talian clarified that he was no dragon healer... Yet still he was willing to do something for Ronarth when everyone else was to frightened. Perhaps Nejerc should go look for the healer and demand he tend Ronarth, and stand over him until it was done. He didn't care if he would have to stand up to Tsuen, or S'kef damn them both for letting Ronarth waste away while D'ren lay in a bed unable to see to the task himself.
The mighty creature who had long served them, and the rider who had done much for them deserved better! “D'ren is very strong, you best of all know so Ronarth. He is fairing better of late, he needs to rest is all. D'ren will wake.” 'I hope, and may he come out of the poison and pain to be clear..'