02.Oct.19, 08:14 AM
Eb’zer glanced up at A’tay, and smiled wryly at the young bronzerider’s emphasis on one of his words, eyes crinkling in amusement; “Only,” he agreed. It felt like it had been both a lifetime, and no time at all that he’d been in the Healer craft. He enjoyed it, and it so rarely felt like work – which was a lot different to his current activities as a Weyrling. Here, he wasn’t learning something he’d wanted to know about for as long as he could remember. He was still a dedicated student in his new studies, taking care to learn everything properly but also quickly. But it wasn’t the same; he saw some of his fellows blossoming under the tutelage of their Weyrlingmaster, and their enthusiasm for the life before them was impossible to miss. They wanted to be dragonriders, and they had wanted it for at least as long as Eb’zer had wanted to be a Healer.
“Maybe,” Eb’zer smiled thankfully at A’tay, slightly embarrassed but also charmed by his young friend’s enthusiasm and ideas. It wasn’t, he allowed, so much because it was impossible for him to be a Masterhealer and a greenrider, but more that it hadn’t been done before. Not that the dragonriders seemed to care about that type of thing! They seemed quite happy to stomp all over the Holds and Halls and have things go in their direction, no matter what anyone else seemed to think. Turning ot watch the dragons thoughtfully, Eb’zer allowed a small smile. He would like to be a Masterhealer in a Weyr, to have his own staff and a mountain of things to do and people – and dragons! – to take care of. As he had said before, though, he had a lot to learn before he’d ever be ready to be a Master, and so that would be his current goal. Better to work on what he knew he could, before finding out if the ultimate goal was possible.
Turning to look back at A’tay, Eb’zer gave him a curious look. “What about you?” he asked, smiling slightly, and returning in part to their original conversation. “Do you have any goals?” Eb’zer knew not all bronzeriders became wingleaders or Weyrleaders. Some slacked off and did nothing their whole lives, some caused trouble… But A’tay didn’t really strike Eb’zer as the kind to shirk any responsibilities he might get, but he’d also said he didn’t have any immediate plans to strike out for rank. Perhaps it was something he’d look at in the future? “What about a Craft?” Eb’zer asked curiously, wondering if such a thing would interest A’tay. He had no idea if it would be possible (from what he understood, a lot of work had gone into the agreement between Weyr and Healer Hall so he didn’t know if other Crafting options were available. But nonetheless, he was curious!
“Maybe,” Eb’zer smiled thankfully at A’tay, slightly embarrassed but also charmed by his young friend’s enthusiasm and ideas. It wasn’t, he allowed, so much because it was impossible for him to be a Masterhealer and a greenrider, but more that it hadn’t been done before. Not that the dragonriders seemed to care about that type of thing! They seemed quite happy to stomp all over the Holds and Halls and have things go in their direction, no matter what anyone else seemed to think. Turning ot watch the dragons thoughtfully, Eb’zer allowed a small smile. He would like to be a Masterhealer in a Weyr, to have his own staff and a mountain of things to do and people – and dragons! – to take care of. As he had said before, though, he had a lot to learn before he’d ever be ready to be a Master, and so that would be his current goal. Better to work on what he knew he could, before finding out if the ultimate goal was possible.
Turning to look back at A’tay, Eb’zer gave him a curious look. “What about you?” he asked, smiling slightly, and returning in part to their original conversation. “Do you have any goals?” Eb’zer knew not all bronzeriders became wingleaders or Weyrleaders. Some slacked off and did nothing their whole lives, some caused trouble… But A’tay didn’t really strike Eb’zer as the kind to shirk any responsibilities he might get, but he’d also said he didn’t have any immediate plans to strike out for rank. Perhaps it was something he’d look at in the future? “What about a Craft?” Eb’zer asked curiously, wondering if such a thing would interest A’tay. He had no idea if it would be possible (from what he understood, a lot of work had gone into the agreement between Weyr and Healer Hall so he didn’t know if other Crafting options were available. But nonetheless, he was curious!