25.Sep.12, 06:01 AM
The young Master Healer's response was not unexpected, nor did it go unnoticed by the dragonrider quietly studying the young man he had come to see. Talian was an interesting one, and R'nya was not unaware of the ups and downs that had been a part of the Master's life since arriving at Katila, any less than he was aware of the fact that one of his greenriders considered the young man to be his child (a rather ironic relationship, when considering that the man's mate was barely any older than the Master) and that he had been the leading carer for several of his wingriders during the past turn or so.
"Thank you," R'nya responded mildly, his voice pitched lower and with a more calming effect than he would normally level into it. He knew Talian was a skittish one, and he had no desire to send the young man fleeing from him. He needed his advice, and his assistance, if the Wingleader was going to do his job properly, and bring the dragonriders he had been assigned into line without pitching the better part of the group back into Master Talian's hands and patient beds.
R'nya stood at ease as Talian inched toward his desk, not even trying to appear un-threatening; while the bronzerider had the ability to pull his wing into line - a rather interesting fact he had learned recently - the man's general appearance was relaxed, and unassuming; a major factor in why eyes had simply slid past him over the past fifteen turns.
"I would appreciate your advice, Sir. You are aware that the Weyrleader has reassigned Wings?" He was sure everyone was aware, even if not everyone were interested. The number of whining dragonriders that had been slinking around the Weyr, it was hard to miss. He was also sure the Hall had seen more than its fair share of them after each of the first Wing sessions. "The Weyrleader has honoured me with leadership of one. I would appreciate your insight into the health of several of the riders I know have been in your care over the past turn." R'nya paused, watching Talian silently for a moment. "I do not wish for you to break your confidences. I simply need to know how far I can push these men, without putting them in a patient's bed."
"Thank you," R'nya responded mildly, his voice pitched lower and with a more calming effect than he would normally level into it. He knew Talian was a skittish one, and he had no desire to send the young man fleeing from him. He needed his advice, and his assistance, if the Wingleader was going to do his job properly, and bring the dragonriders he had been assigned into line without pitching the better part of the group back into Master Talian's hands and patient beds.
R'nya stood at ease as Talian inched toward his desk, not even trying to appear un-threatening; while the bronzerider had the ability to pull his wing into line - a rather interesting fact he had learned recently - the man's general appearance was relaxed, and unassuming; a major factor in why eyes had simply slid past him over the past fifteen turns.
"I would appreciate your advice, Sir. You are aware that the Weyrleader has reassigned Wings?" He was sure everyone was aware, even if not everyone were interested. The number of whining dragonriders that had been slinking around the Weyr, it was hard to miss. He was also sure the Hall had seen more than its fair share of them after each of the first Wing sessions. "The Weyrleader has honoured me with leadership of one. I would appreciate your insight into the health of several of the riders I know have been in your care over the past turn." R'nya paused, watching Talian silently for a moment. "I do not wish for you to break your confidences. I simply need to know how far I can push these men, without putting them in a patient's bed."