08.Feb.13, 05:05 AM
As she listened, she worked, quickly stitching up the worst of the tears in the leather. She began tacking strips of sheet to the leather, winding them around the ball quickly, tacking each new one down when she ran out of cloth to work with on the old one.
She thought as she worked. The Ronarth she remembered was as full of energy as Grith. Now he slept often. She hoped as D'ren got better, he would too. She had been out of the weyr for the first few days after, hearing how long the dragon had gone untended had made her see red.
She calmed before Shanith could pick up on her frustration over all of it, D'ren should be taken care of, checked. He deserved better than this. She spoke quietly.
"Asked Shanith to. She's very good at making a pest of herself when needed, and most of the healers learned that if they hear her ask for something she will keep asking until she gets it."
Shanith spoke to Ronarth, creeping closer and laying her head on the ground. Tail flicked, her eyes returning to green, shot through with flashes of lavender and yellow. She finally nuzzled him, trying to offer comfort.
Her next words slipped out, the woman not thinking them over before she spoke, R'ana picking up on the skepticism, perhaps. "With a friend like that, who needs enemies?" R'ana blanched after she spoke, saying, "My apologies. I know you don't like to hear ill spoken of the Weyrwoman." She worked a bit more, finishing tacking down the last of the strips to the ball. She tugged at them, trying to rip them off and went about reinforcing the work.
It gave her time to gather her thoughts. "How can I help. I know I'm just a green rider and a woman at that, but there's got to be something, anything, I can do. Right?" Please? She didn't speak the last word,and Shanith raised her head, tilted it then laid it back down, crooning softly though whether to her or Ronarth, R'ana couldn't say.
She thought as she worked. The Ronarth she remembered was as full of energy as Grith. Now he slept often. She hoped as D'ren got better, he would too. She had been out of the weyr for the first few days after, hearing how long the dragon had gone untended had made her see red.
She calmed before Shanith could pick up on her frustration over all of it, D'ren should be taken care of, checked. He deserved better than this. She spoke quietly.
"Asked Shanith to. She's very good at making a pest of herself when needed, and most of the healers learned that if they hear her ask for something she will keep asking until she gets it."
Shanith spoke to Ronarth, creeping closer and laying her head on the ground. Tail flicked, her eyes returning to green, shot through with flashes of lavender and yellow. She finally nuzzled him, trying to offer comfort.
Her next words slipped out, the woman not thinking them over before she spoke, R'ana picking up on the skepticism, perhaps. "With a friend like that, who needs enemies?" R'ana blanched after she spoke, saying, "My apologies. I know you don't like to hear ill spoken of the Weyrwoman." She worked a bit more, finishing tacking down the last of the strips to the ball. She tugged at them, trying to rip them off and went about reinforcing the work.
It gave her time to gather her thoughts. "How can I help. I know I'm just a green rider and a woman at that, but there's got to be something, anything, I can do. Right?" Please? She didn't speak the last word,and Shanith raised her head, tilted it then laid it back down, crooning softly though whether to her or Ronarth, R'ana couldn't say.