29.Jan.13, 06:01 AM
The healer hall was quiet enough that goosebumps stood up on R'ana's arms as she listened. No healer. Shouldn't there have been healers? Then again she had often been left alone for long periods while she was recovering from her own child's difficult birth and the still birth before that...Maybe they were all on break or something?
She debated, hovering uncertainly, then slipping into the the area they were keeping D'ren in. She paused a moment in the door, touching Shanith's mind with her own to make sure the only thing the dragon was up to was looking for Ronarth. It was and R'ana relaxed, then padded to the room he was convalescing in.
She let herself in, touching her knuckles to the door. "Sir? I hope you're decent, 'cause I'm coming in." She would pause then enter, quietly, carrying a bag that she would lay on the bed beside him. "I'm sorry, I won't bother you for long, I know you must have all kinda visitors popping in." And she didn't want to be seen by Tsuen...or S'kef.
She stepped back after a moment, not sure how one went about visiting the ill thing. She had come bearing gifts, nothing that he could eat, but a few pots of paint in black, white, brown, and each of the primary colors. Brushes. A sketchbook. Charcoals. An eraser. A cup, ever so mishapen, that he could use for water for the paints. A small piece of sandstone to sharpen the charcoals up with. And a few books and records on various crafts, and one book she had grown up with about dragons and their riders. "I...rumor has it you like to make art, so I gathered some extra supplies I found."
She didn't want to tell him they were from her own stores, wasn't sure she wanted anyone knowing her artistic skills went beyond copying from a book. The less people knew of her, the less there was to use against her.
She felt a spike of excitement from Shanith, froze, then relaxed as she realized she had simply found Ronarth.
She debated, hovering uncertainly, then slipping into the the area they were keeping D'ren in. She paused a moment in the door, touching Shanith's mind with her own to make sure the only thing the dragon was up to was looking for Ronarth. It was and R'ana relaxed, then padded to the room he was convalescing in.
She let herself in, touching her knuckles to the door. "Sir? I hope you're decent, 'cause I'm coming in." She would pause then enter, quietly, carrying a bag that she would lay on the bed beside him. "I'm sorry, I won't bother you for long, I know you must have all kinda visitors popping in." And she didn't want to be seen by Tsuen...or S'kef.
She stepped back after a moment, not sure how one went about visiting the ill thing. She had come bearing gifts, nothing that he could eat, but a few pots of paint in black, white, brown, and each of the primary colors. Brushes. A sketchbook. Charcoals. An eraser. A cup, ever so mishapen, that he could use for water for the paints. A small piece of sandstone to sharpen the charcoals up with. And a few books and records on various crafts, and one book she had grown up with about dragons and their riders. "I...rumor has it you like to make art, so I gathered some extra supplies I found."
She didn't want to tell him they were from her own stores, wasn't sure she wanted anyone knowing her artistic skills went beyond copying from a book. The less people knew of her, the less there was to use against her.
She felt a spike of excitement from Shanith, froze, then relaxed as she realized she had simply found Ronarth.