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18.Mar.21, 01:51 PM
A’ryn waited patiently as her friend went through his various options, nodding. “A healer would be able to tell for sure.” She kept her tone soft, both for her friend and for the tiny flit cradled against him, not wanting to startle the creature more.
She pursed her lips, tilting her head, wondering whether a healer or beast crafter would be best, and decided on a reasonable in-between that was probably better suited to the situation, anyway. “There are a number of people here at Fort who are trying to learn as much about healing dragons as they can, maybe one of them?” She brightened a bit at the idea, and hoped D’nei would, too. “I know L’gan of Semath, and the candidate from, I think, Ista…not sure if he’s still around, though. Both of them had been helping that blue and his rider who got injured during the storm at Aradisscath’s last hatching. One of them would probably be best.”
Leaning closer again to watch it, those ghostly white eyes devoid of any color that she could see, she chewed at her lower lip in thought. The past couple of nights allowed some small respite as Jenath had started to get the hang of nighttime sleeping, and A’ryn had wanted to take advantage of that by trying to get a jump on her eventual healer studies. But, she’d soon abandoned the idea after needing to re-read the same paragraphs multiple times before retaining any of the information; the exhaustion of caring for a hatchling was still too great to allow for any new input to take hold. Still, she tried to recall some of what she’d read about symptoms of various things.
“Does he seem tired all the time? Or is he refusing food?” Rudi, no longer able to contain his curiosity, particularly after hearing a word he was intimately familiar with, ‘food’, winged up to land on his girl’s shoulder. Not seeing a meal, but another one of his own, he peered cautiously at the smaller lizard, head cocked to the side.
“It’s possible, that if he is sick, somehow, maybe his eyes would work again when he gets better.” She tried to hold onto D’nei’s hope, too, if just for a moment, and watched the tiny thing, contentedly curled against the blue rider. Sighing, her lips quirked into a thoughtful frown. “But he really doesn’t seem sick, to me…though I’ve a long way to becoming a healer.” She shrugged and offered a half-smile. “He is a sweet thing, though, isn’t he? And Specter, yes, I think that does work well, ghostly eyes, ghostly white coloring, mostly. The bits of blue are quite striking.”
She pursed her lips, tilting her head, wondering whether a healer or beast crafter would be best, and decided on a reasonable in-between that was probably better suited to the situation, anyway. “There are a number of people here at Fort who are trying to learn as much about healing dragons as they can, maybe one of them?” She brightened a bit at the idea, and hoped D’nei would, too. “I know L’gan of Semath, and the candidate from, I think, Ista…not sure if he’s still around, though. Both of them had been helping that blue and his rider who got injured during the storm at Aradisscath’s last hatching. One of them would probably be best.”
Leaning closer again to watch it, those ghostly white eyes devoid of any color that she could see, she chewed at her lower lip in thought. The past couple of nights allowed some small respite as Jenath had started to get the hang of nighttime sleeping, and A’ryn had wanted to take advantage of that by trying to get a jump on her eventual healer studies. But, she’d soon abandoned the idea after needing to re-read the same paragraphs multiple times before retaining any of the information; the exhaustion of caring for a hatchling was still too great to allow for any new input to take hold. Still, she tried to recall some of what she’d read about symptoms of various things.
“Does he seem tired all the time? Or is he refusing food?” Rudi, no longer able to contain his curiosity, particularly after hearing a word he was intimately familiar with, ‘food’, winged up to land on his girl’s shoulder. Not seeing a meal, but another one of his own, he peered cautiously at the smaller lizard, head cocked to the side.
“It’s possible, that if he is sick, somehow, maybe his eyes would work again when he gets better.” She tried to hold onto D’nei’s hope, too, if just for a moment, and watched the tiny thing, contentedly curled against the blue rider. Sighing, her lips quirked into a thoughtful frown. “But he really doesn’t seem sick, to me…though I’ve a long way to becoming a healer.” She shrugged and offered a half-smile. “He is a sweet thing, though, isn’t he? And Specter, yes, I think that does work well, ghostly eyes, ghostly white coloring, mostly. The bits of blue are quite striking.”
