22.Jan.12, 08:32 PM
For a long moment Lymsleia appeared contemplative about the pointing out of the spot on the eye ridge of a dragon. "Does the Weyr have dragon healers?" she asks in a polite voice, "Sir? I mean does the Weyr have any?" She took a few moments to observe the dragon again, as if trying to equate things she knew of anatomy to this unusal creature.
"I came during the Year's Turning." she explains. "Which was odd, but then this is the South so it happens during the 'summer', instead of the Winter." she says with some thought. "I'll be 20 years old... " she ponders. "Well in Spring at home, though I guess that's winter weather down here... isn't it?"
"I came during the Year's Turning." she explains. "Which was odd, but then this is the South so it happens during the 'summer', instead of the Winter." she says with some thought. "I'll be 20 years old... " she ponders. "Well in Spring at home, though I guess that's winter weather down here... isn't it?"