27.Feb.21, 02:39 PM
He chuckled as he helped her away from the healer's. He couldn't really blame her, D'io didn't like to be around the healers any more than the average person and he blamed it on the poor care he'd gotten as a child. Care from a healer that had not been his father. Helping other people was second nature to the brownrider and now was no different. He knew that it made Shir proud to be his dragon when D'io did his best to help people, the brown just as bad about it as his rider.
"I was living at the hold," he replied and a slight smile on his face as it drew back memories of his life as a healer's son, "My da's a healer stationed in Ista and my mom was his assistant before she died." He didn't mind the speed, he was curious about the girl and if it allowed him a little more time to get to know her, D'io didn't mind. Maybe if he buttered her up enough she'd tell him why that book had made her blush. He knew it had to be a good one and not terrible like she insisted but he would let her have her little lie.
"The words just smash together and don't make what they're supposed to," he explained, "My da never could figure it out and the man tried his damndest to teach me to read. Wanted me to be a healer too." Not that D'io had actually wanted to be a healer, he didn't mind the work really but the brownrider had never had the actual desire to do it. "Uhh..." he stammered a bit as he floundered for the answer to her question, "I don't think he can. Might be because I can't, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll ask one of the older riders and let you know what they say."
He cocked his head to the side. "After we get a book want to go meet Shirrikath?" he asked her and shoved a hand through his hair, "He'd probably appreciate a good story."
"I was living at the hold," he replied and a slight smile on his face as it drew back memories of his life as a healer's son, "My da's a healer stationed in Ista and my mom was his assistant before she died." He didn't mind the speed, he was curious about the girl and if it allowed him a little more time to get to know her, D'io didn't mind. Maybe if he buttered her up enough she'd tell him why that book had made her blush. He knew it had to be a good one and not terrible like she insisted but he would let her have her little lie.
"The words just smash together and don't make what they're supposed to," he explained, "My da never could figure it out and the man tried his damndest to teach me to read. Wanted me to be a healer too." Not that D'io had actually wanted to be a healer, he didn't mind the work really but the brownrider had never had the actual desire to do it. "Uhh..." he stammered a bit as he floundered for the answer to her question, "I don't think he can. Might be because I can't, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll ask one of the older riders and let you know what they say."
He cocked his head to the side. "After we get a book want to go meet Shirrikath?" he asked her and shoved a hand through his hair, "He'd probably appreciate a good story."