17.Nov.18, 05:45 AM
Watching Verec mull over what he said was fascinating; R’nya didn’t know the man nearly well enough to really read him, but he could read enough of the man to know he’d hooked him. There would still be specifics to detail, of course, but R’nya felt a lightening of weight on his shoulders. It helped that Jajojin would be pleased with his day’s work, and while R’nya liked to think he didn’t care what the crazy man thought of him, he knew he did. He wanted to be a good Weyrleader, and honestly, his abilities reflected on the ex-bronzerider’s ability to educate him, at least somewhat. R’nya felt a lot of the rank was common sense, but few people had that, so he supposed that played a part.
Verec’s question had R’nya’s eyebrows lifting just slightly, a lazy half smile on his lips. “Aside from the financial gain?” He asked mildly; it was mostly a rhetorical question, and he settled back in his seat as he considered Verec thoughtfully. While he wasn’t positive – he couldn’t read minds, after all – R’nya was fairly sure that Verec was just dusting in the corners now; the Hall would take his women, though R’nya was sure there would be a big ‘but’ coming from the Master at any moment. To be expected, really. As it was, R’nya didn’t answer his companion’s question, but instead posed one of his own. “Will it cause issues with your own womenfolk?”
When Verec didn’t answer right away, R’nya shrugged one shoulder lazily. He wasn’t anxious to answer the man, so much as taking the opportunity presented by the Master’s silence to actually answer, instead of asking his own question. “Before the Plague, women – particularly goldriders – were trained as Dragon Healers. Gold dragons cannot fight Thread, they are incapable of digesting Firestone and female greenriders are often more use as areal medics. By training them as Healers, they can pick that up again.” R’nya frowned slightly, pursing his lips as he considered Verec thoughtfully.
He didn’t speak any more, though; he didn’t feel the need to inform Verec that he hadn’t been able to find more than a couple of surviving ex-goldriders, and they were hardly a reliable source of education for his women. Granted, they pulled together when needed, but R’nya didn’t want to torment and torture them by having them work with his current goldriders, handling dragons and going over what could help or harm a dragon, and all the how’s and whys of it all. Besides, most of them had been young when the Plague struck, and hadn’t finished their education at any rate.
He wondered, but didn’t want to ask, if the Healer Hall had scavenged their DragonHealing notes when the Weyrs had been evacuated.
Verec’s question had R’nya’s eyebrows lifting just slightly, a lazy half smile on his lips. “Aside from the financial gain?” He asked mildly; it was mostly a rhetorical question, and he settled back in his seat as he considered Verec thoughtfully. While he wasn’t positive – he couldn’t read minds, after all – R’nya was fairly sure that Verec was just dusting in the corners now; the Hall would take his women, though R’nya was sure there would be a big ‘but’ coming from the Master at any moment. To be expected, really. As it was, R’nya didn’t answer his companion’s question, but instead posed one of his own. “Will it cause issues with your own womenfolk?”
When Verec didn’t answer right away, R’nya shrugged one shoulder lazily. He wasn’t anxious to answer the man, so much as taking the opportunity presented by the Master’s silence to actually answer, instead of asking his own question. “Before the Plague, women – particularly goldriders – were trained as Dragon Healers. Gold dragons cannot fight Thread, they are incapable of digesting Firestone and female greenriders are often more use as areal medics. By training them as Healers, they can pick that up again.” R’nya frowned slightly, pursing his lips as he considered Verec thoughtfully.
He didn’t speak any more, though; he didn’t feel the need to inform Verec that he hadn’t been able to find more than a couple of surviving ex-goldriders, and they were hardly a reliable source of education for his women. Granted, they pulled together when needed, but R’nya didn’t want to torment and torture them by having them work with his current goldriders, handling dragons and going over what could help or harm a dragon, and all the how’s and whys of it all. Besides, most of them had been young when the Plague struck, and hadn’t finished their education at any rate.
He wondered, but didn’t want to ask, if the Healer Hall had scavenged their DragonHealing notes when the Weyrs had been evacuated.