Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
13.Apr.12, 04:36 AM
Talian was pretty oblivious to how he'd all but taken over the healer hall. He didn't seem to recognize the others' pandering as pandering. Granted, it was nice to have no Masterhealer to worry about, and he certainly appreciated his father's absence. That didn't mean his status registered like it probably should have, though. Tal wasn't necessarily ambitious. For example, in a fit of humility that enraged his father, Talian had never expressed any interest in becoming Masterhealer. Being the boss wasn't nearly as important to him as being independent was, and with his tunnel vision secured firmly on that, he just didn't realize how much he could have probably gotten away with.
Or was he still scared to see himself replaced by those ugly dragonets? Yeah, that too probably.
B'jin's acceptance of the letter brought a smile to the boy's face. "And if they ever give you trouble again, tell me..if you can't GET to me, have Larrikith tell me I guess," he said in a muted but very sincere tone. He pulled some gloves on and picked out his favorite pair of scissors. "Well, normally we would do this in a regular infirmary room with a table...but since there isn't one in here, you can just sit on my desk."
He waited patiently for B'jin to move before swooping in. He ran his fingers along the edges of the first stitch, taking a couple moments to analyze the repair work. "Whoever did this has them a bit...crooked," he commented as he examined the perfectly functional suture. The boy had high standards. He smiled a little and clipped the first stitch.
Snip!
Snip!
Snip!
Sinew was difficult to cut, but these were his favorite scissors for a reason. He made short work of the stitches, easily snipping and removing all of them within a few minutes. A couple snagged and had to be tugged a bit, but Tal at least knew how to jerk them how fast and firmly to minimize the discomfort. Soon, a pile of crusty sinew rested on his desk and B'jin's back was free of sutures.
The wounds had healed nicely, despite a couple of them being burst during the flight. Talian paused for a moment and, remembering B'jin's vanity, moved to his personal stash of drugs hidden in his desk drawer.
Tansy and Thymus were not included among them.
"Here, I have something else for you," he said as he removed a small bottle of oil. He put some on his hands and began rubbing it into B'jin's back. Tal, who housed an encyclopedic knowledge of muscle and nerve arrangements, was quite skilled in that department. His fingers worked deftly into B'jin's flesh, both massaging the previously abused flesh and working the oil into the man's skin. "This is Hissop oil. It'll help reduce the scarring. It looks like they'll be modest scars anyhow, but if you apply this once a day, it'll reduce it even more," he said.
He capped the bottle and put it away before peeling his gloves off. "However, it's dangerous if misused, so you're going to have to come and see me for it," he said coyly. Hah! Let the idiots down the hall say no to that!
He discarded the gloves and stitches before leaning on his desk and smiling at B'jin. "You're done," he said, his tone indicating that he was in no hurry at all for B'jin to leave. He wasn't in any hurry to go back to work, either.
Or was he still scared to see himself replaced by those ugly dragonets? Yeah, that too probably.
B'jin's acceptance of the letter brought a smile to the boy's face. "And if they ever give you trouble again, tell me..if you can't GET to me, have Larrikith tell me I guess," he said in a muted but very sincere tone. He pulled some gloves on and picked out his favorite pair of scissors. "Well, normally we would do this in a regular infirmary room with a table...but since there isn't one in here, you can just sit on my desk."
He waited patiently for B'jin to move before swooping in. He ran his fingers along the edges of the first stitch, taking a couple moments to analyze the repair work. "Whoever did this has them a bit...crooked," he commented as he examined the perfectly functional suture. The boy had high standards. He smiled a little and clipped the first stitch.
Snip!
Snip!
Snip!
Sinew was difficult to cut, but these were his favorite scissors for a reason. He made short work of the stitches, easily snipping and removing all of them within a few minutes. A couple snagged and had to be tugged a bit, but Tal at least knew how to jerk them how fast and firmly to minimize the discomfort. Soon, a pile of crusty sinew rested on his desk and B'jin's back was free of sutures.
The wounds had healed nicely, despite a couple of them being burst during the flight. Talian paused for a moment and, remembering B'jin's vanity, moved to his personal stash of drugs hidden in his desk drawer.
Tansy and Thymus were not included among them.
"Here, I have something else for you," he said as he removed a small bottle of oil. He put some on his hands and began rubbing it into B'jin's back. Tal, who housed an encyclopedic knowledge of muscle and nerve arrangements, was quite skilled in that department. His fingers worked deftly into B'jin's flesh, both massaging the previously abused flesh and working the oil into the man's skin. "This is Hissop oil. It'll help reduce the scarring. It looks like they'll be modest scars anyhow, but if you apply this once a day, it'll reduce it even more," he said.
He capped the bottle and put it away before peeling his gloves off. "However, it's dangerous if misused, so you're going to have to come and see me for it," he said coyly. Hah! Let the idiots down the hall say no to that!
He discarded the gloves and stitches before leaning on his desk and smiling at B'jin. "You're done," he said, his tone indicating that he was in no hurry at all for B'jin to leave. He wasn't in any hurry to go back to work, either.
