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03.Dec.12, 01:11 PM
It had been a whole turn since Talian's unfortunate run-in with J'ver. He didn't dwell on it like he once had, though he got a bit of amusement from the fact that he recovered from sexual assault faster than kidnapping. Even so, he tried his best not to leave the healing hall after dark.
This evening, like so many over the past turn, Talian bribed one of his 'coworkers' to bring him his dinner and a bit of wine while he sat in his office, cheerfully going through notes and planning the further cataloging of his increasingly-excessive plant collection. Talian didn't care about the plants for their beauty or their scents, but strictly their medical usage. He'd been happily working on a journal of the south's medicinal plants ever since the anniversary of his suicide attempt, when his beloved father figure had inadvertently given him the idea.
That, coupled with Talian's new-found life quest to cure numbweed allergies, gave the young man the goals he so desperately needed. Talian could sit and hum in his office for hours on end, browsing through his collection and jotting down new ideas.
Like most evenings, he had a mug oh klah in one hand and his newest, closest companion curled lightly in his lap. Talian set the mug down in between sips to lightly stroke the little blue fire lizard, who purred softly at the touch. Talian and Fellis had become inseparable. The little creature depended on Talian so fully!
Tal truly adored Fellis. He was the perfect little friend, gentle and unconditionally caring. The healer wasn't sure he was comfortable with the bond at first, but as time went on and he learned to adapt to the new presence, he found it amazingly comforting. It eased his anxiety concerning candidacy a great deal; Tal still didn't think he wanted a dragon since that would most likely mean the end of his career, but it no longer seemed like the end of the world. Maybe he really had been wrong about them.
"Good boy," Talian said softly as he stroked the tiny creature. He'd been working hard to train the little creature. Fellis understood going between to locations at a command now, and was quickly learning to pick up and hold items. It seemed backwards at first, but Talian would remember seeing babies going between within seconds of birth at the lake. Of course his clever little boy knew how to do it, too!
Tal was busy preening himself over his work when he felt a sudden stab of fear from Fellis. The healer looked down, worried. "What is it, little guy?" he asked. Fellis was nervous, but this was bizarre. The little beast shut up the front of Talian's shirt, tiny claws scratching and digging unintentionally into his skin. "Fellis?" Tal asked, placing his hands over the quivering lump under his shirt and frowning.
"Fellis?"
Something was wrong. Tal closed his eyes and imagined Valerian's hut, silently willing his little friend to flee. Fellis was reluctant, but also unwilling to disappoint Daddy. The fire lizard vanished, and moments later Talian received mental confirmation that the poor thing had arrived safely.
What was that commotion outside?
Talian lifted a glowbasket and headed out into the hallway. He walked towards the entrance hall, where he could hear people prattling in panic over some patient who'd stumbled inside. His pace quickened. Another emergency?
A horrible voice tore through Talian's mind. He shouted in fright and pitched himself into a wall, quivering for a moment as the angry dragon's words boomed across the Weyr.
A dragon was on a rampage? The rider must be in distress. From the sound of it, Talian suspected it wasn't an accident.
He took off, running down the hall at a full sprint. He saw the limp form of the Weyrleader being pulled form the floor by some of the others healers. Talian grimaced. The Weyrleader? Talian was no expert in Weyr politics, but it didn't take much thought to piece this together.
The healer pushed a door open and rushed inside, clearing the room for the others. Before he could call out to them, however, he was knocked off his feet for a horrible crash. Talian screamed in shock as the dragon threw himself into the building outside. Tal cursed, clinging to the door and pulling himself back to his feet. "Other wing! Other wing!" he screamed into the darkened hallway.
Dust filled the room as the enraged dragon slammed into the building again. Talian's entire body shook with the impact and he came dangerously close to wetting himself. He was terrified. The dragon's fury assaulted him both physically and mentally, but Talian refused to obey his quivering legs and fall back to the floor.
This, without a doubt, was a stupid way to die.
He threw himself into the hallway, heart pounding and blood surging. He made it only a few feet before another crash dislodged parts of the ceiling. Talian grunted as a clump of debris struck him in the shoulder. His skin tore and his bones ground together, drawing an additional hiss from the young man as he stumbled into the wall. His eyes flashed back down the hallway, where the others already taken D'ren to a room in the adjacent wing of the building, far away from Ronarth's destruction.
Talian gripped his shoulder and ran, both determined and, at this point, frightened out of his mind. He panted pitifully as he rounded the corner and found the others, all of whom were gathered in fear around the convulsing Weyrleader.
Talian grimaced ad pushed his way through. D'ren was covered in blood and looked as pale as Talian had ever seen him. "There are no wounds," one of the other healers whispered to Talian as he stood there, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and eyeing the Weyrleader.
There was a moment of hesitation. This was the man responsible for ruining Talian's life, far more responsible than poor B'jin. Of course, Talian no longer wished to find such fault in B'jin, so it was only natural to shift it to the man in charge. D'ren had been kind to Talian, though, and his empathy seemed so sincere. The healer scowled.
It didn't matter who it was. He needed help! Tal nodded to the other healer and dove into the excited chatter with the others, quickly voicing his initial instinct: poison. The dragon's words revealed that someone had done with, and without wounds, poison was the only likely culprit.
The others started to argue about the possible toxins, but as Tal watched the man writhe and wretch, he already though he had a solid idea. Talian swallowed hard.
"It's Tansy," he announced. It was satisfying to see the others spring into action as his words, but it took a moment of coaxing to get his own muscles to respond as well. This was no time for bad memories, but Talian was certain that he would have nightmares later.
He and the others got to work. It was going to be a long night.
This evening, like so many over the past turn, Talian bribed one of his 'coworkers' to bring him his dinner and a bit of wine while he sat in his office, cheerfully going through notes and planning the further cataloging of his increasingly-excessive plant collection. Talian didn't care about the plants for their beauty or their scents, but strictly their medical usage. He'd been happily working on a journal of the south's medicinal plants ever since the anniversary of his suicide attempt, when his beloved father figure had inadvertently given him the idea.
That, coupled with Talian's new-found life quest to cure numbweed allergies, gave the young man the goals he so desperately needed. Talian could sit and hum in his office for hours on end, browsing through his collection and jotting down new ideas.
Like most evenings, he had a mug oh klah in one hand and his newest, closest companion curled lightly in his lap. Talian set the mug down in between sips to lightly stroke the little blue fire lizard, who purred softly at the touch. Talian and Fellis had become inseparable. The little creature depended on Talian so fully!
Tal truly adored Fellis. He was the perfect little friend, gentle and unconditionally caring. The healer wasn't sure he was comfortable with the bond at first, but as time went on and he learned to adapt to the new presence, he found it amazingly comforting. It eased his anxiety concerning candidacy a great deal; Tal still didn't think he wanted a dragon since that would most likely mean the end of his career, but it no longer seemed like the end of the world. Maybe he really had been wrong about them.
"Good boy," Talian said softly as he stroked the tiny creature. He'd been working hard to train the little creature. Fellis understood going between to locations at a command now, and was quickly learning to pick up and hold items. It seemed backwards at first, but Talian would remember seeing babies going between within seconds of birth at the lake. Of course his clever little boy knew how to do it, too!
Tal was busy preening himself over his work when he felt a sudden stab of fear from Fellis. The healer looked down, worried. "What is it, little guy?" he asked. Fellis was nervous, but this was bizarre. The little beast shut up the front of Talian's shirt, tiny claws scratching and digging unintentionally into his skin. "Fellis?" Tal asked, placing his hands over the quivering lump under his shirt and frowning.
"Fellis?"
Something was wrong. Tal closed his eyes and imagined Valerian's hut, silently willing his little friend to flee. Fellis was reluctant, but also unwilling to disappoint Daddy. The fire lizard vanished, and moments later Talian received mental confirmation that the poor thing had arrived safely.
What was that commotion outside?
Talian lifted a glowbasket and headed out into the hallway. He walked towards the entrance hall, where he could hear people prattling in panic over some patient who'd stumbled inside. His pace quickened. Another emergency?
A horrible voice tore through Talian's mind. He shouted in fright and pitched himself into a wall, quivering for a moment as the angry dragon's words boomed across the Weyr.
A dragon was on a rampage? The rider must be in distress. From the sound of it, Talian suspected it wasn't an accident.
He took off, running down the hall at a full sprint. He saw the limp form of the Weyrleader being pulled form the floor by some of the others healers. Talian grimaced. The Weyrleader? Talian was no expert in Weyr politics, but it didn't take much thought to piece this together.
The healer pushed a door open and rushed inside, clearing the room for the others. Before he could call out to them, however, he was knocked off his feet for a horrible crash. Talian screamed in shock as the dragon threw himself into the building outside. Tal cursed, clinging to the door and pulling himself back to his feet. "Other wing! Other wing!" he screamed into the darkened hallway.
Dust filled the room as the enraged dragon slammed into the building again. Talian's entire body shook with the impact and he came dangerously close to wetting himself. He was terrified. The dragon's fury assaulted him both physically and mentally, but Talian refused to obey his quivering legs and fall back to the floor.
This, without a doubt, was a stupid way to die.
He threw himself into the hallway, heart pounding and blood surging. He made it only a few feet before another crash dislodged parts of the ceiling. Talian grunted as a clump of debris struck him in the shoulder. His skin tore and his bones ground together, drawing an additional hiss from the young man as he stumbled into the wall. His eyes flashed back down the hallway, where the others already taken D'ren to a room in the adjacent wing of the building, far away from Ronarth's destruction.
Talian gripped his shoulder and ran, both determined and, at this point, frightened out of his mind. He panted pitifully as he rounded the corner and found the others, all of whom were gathered in fear around the convulsing Weyrleader.
Talian grimaced ad pushed his way through. D'ren was covered in blood and looked as pale as Talian had ever seen him. "There are no wounds," one of the other healers whispered to Talian as he stood there, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and eyeing the Weyrleader.
There was a moment of hesitation. This was the man responsible for ruining Talian's life, far more responsible than poor B'jin. Of course, Talian no longer wished to find such fault in B'jin, so it was only natural to shift it to the man in charge. D'ren had been kind to Talian, though, and his empathy seemed so sincere. The healer scowled.
It didn't matter who it was. He needed help! Tal nodded to the other healer and dove into the excited chatter with the others, quickly voicing his initial instinct: poison. The dragon's words revealed that someone had done with, and without wounds, poison was the only likely culprit.
The others started to argue about the possible toxins, but as Tal watched the man writhe and wretch, he already though he had a solid idea. Talian swallowed hard.
"It's Tansy," he announced. It was satisfying to see the others spring into action as his words, but it took a moment of coaxing to get his own muscles to respond as well. This was no time for bad memories, but Talian was certain that he would have nightmares later.
He and the others got to work. It was going to be a long night.
