14.Sep.19, 04:00 AM
Narinoa was in the middle of telling the young blue pair a story from his days in the Hall when L’gan blew in like a dust devil. That was one of his favourite comparisons for the greenrider, having seen them from time to time in their open fields when growing up. They were strong whirlwinds of activity that came and went fairly quickly and were mostly harmless. L’gan could be the same way when he was focused on a task. Coming in, doing his thing, and moving on to the next target before you sometimes knew what happened. It was why he sometimes called the Healer Dusty, though he hadn’t explained the reason for it.
Today was a bit different than usual though. L’gan seemed a bit more focused and brusque; all business. Narinoa frowned as he hung back, letting the Healer do his prelims and followed the group outside, almost without a word. He finally grabbed L’gan’s arm to stop him when Semath greeted Erebuth. “Everything okay, man? You seem a bit off today.” His concern was on his face as much as it was in his quietly asked words. He was probably just reading too much into what was probably just the organized man being a bit frazzled at running late but Narinoa didn’t want to risk it. For one thing, they were partners with shared patients and if one of them was off their game, it might injure the dragons. But after a month together, he could honestly say he liked the greenrider and counted him as a friend.
“Everything good with Sariel? The Hall?” A glance was given to B’kit and Erebuth, making sure they were okay but also so they wouldn’t hear what he said next in a lower and far more suggestive tone, “need me to work some tension out of you later?” He actually was good at giving deep and hard massages but he was also good at giving other things deep and hard, which L’gan knew as well.
Today was a bit different than usual though. L’gan seemed a bit more focused and brusque; all business. Narinoa frowned as he hung back, letting the Healer do his prelims and followed the group outside, almost without a word. He finally grabbed L’gan’s arm to stop him when Semath greeted Erebuth. “Everything okay, man? You seem a bit off today.” His concern was on his face as much as it was in his quietly asked words. He was probably just reading too much into what was probably just the organized man being a bit frazzled at running late but Narinoa didn’t want to risk it. For one thing, they were partners with shared patients and if one of them was off their game, it might injure the dragons. But after a month together, he could honestly say he liked the greenrider and counted him as a friend.
“Everything good with Sariel? The Hall?” A glance was given to B’kit and Erebuth, making sure they were okay but also so they wouldn’t hear what he said next in a lower and far more suggestive tone, “need me to work some tension out of you later?” He actually was good at giving deep and hard massages but he was also good at giving other things deep and hard, which L’gan knew as well.