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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 12:59 pm
Onyal scoffed, standing in the Weyr bowl, she was waiting for the dragon healer. The brownrider was never entirely pleased to deal with Alita, the woman could talk! And asked far too many questions, they grated at Onyal until she was ready to scream. It didn't matter whom she was seeing currently, what she ate for dinner, or what she had planned for the next day. The only thing that mattered was Eshuth, making sure that he was healthy and ready to do his duty to High Reaches.
The short rider stood beside her brown practically pacing, the sooner their check up was over with, the sooner she could go back to checking their flight gear.
You're not doing either of us any good, Onyalmine. Eshuth's earthy voice rumbled. Her anxiety showed in his eyes, they swirled and he looked physically uncomfortable.
Onyal was often completely taken aback when he spoke, even after the decision to give him the herbs from Ghenza he did not speak much. She knew he remembered more now - didn't forget the little things that she'd rather he did not know. But, it hadn't changed his personality..he was just silent.
"I just don't like this, she talks too much, and never about anything that matters, never about," she stopped, although he knew what her sentence was finished with. never about you.
I don't want to give the wrong impression, she already knows that I am Brown, I am not anxious, there is no need to be, you are anxious.
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Alita was running late, she'd sent word that she needed a candidate to follow her around for the day, it didn't matter. The senior journeywoman just wanted some company and someone that would learn a thing or two about dragons from a day spent with the healer. She enjoyed candidates, they were ready and willing to help, if needed, and the ones she liked best thristed for knowledge - thirsted to bonded with riders. Alita loved knowing a candidate before Impression, and then meeting them - seeing them grow afterwards.
The healer knew of course not all impressed, but she did root for her favorites, wanting to see them dragon back.
The healer huffed and puffed, moving her portly frame toward the dragon and rider, wondering which candidate would be meeting them today. She loved making her rounds, and today was a day of check ups, ensuring that her charges were all doing well.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 5:27 am
Ara was not running late. She was running exactly on time. Unfortunately, the dragonhealer she was supposed to be shadowing was not where Ara had expected her to be. The duty roster for candidates had told her to report to the infirmary to meet with Senior Journeywoman Alita, and so that was where Ara was.
After a few minutes of looking around for the woman, Ara decided that she absolutely was not there, which meant she would have to ask someone. Two people had already come up to her to ask if she was feeling all right, and then tell her that the infirmary was not a place to play - as if she wasn't aware of that at nearly eighteen turns! - but none of them had given her the opportunity to explain what she was doing there if she did not require medical assistance.
"Excuse me," she said, approaching someone wearing a healer's knot at their shoulder. "I'm looking for Senior Journeywoman Alita. I was told to report to her this morning, here, but..."
"But she's not here. She wouldn't be, would she? She's a dragonhealer. Dragons don't fit in the infirmary. Try the bowl."
Ara flushed scarlet with embarrassment as she thanked him and set off for the bowl at a run. There was no way she wouldn't be late at this point, but she hoped that Alita would forgive her without requiring excuses. Ara hated to make them and always felt as if people were using her to measure Ghenzans in general while looking for reasons to fault her, and thus her people. It was more than a little stressful.
Standing in the weyrbowl Ara did not see any sign of a woman wearing the shoulder knots she was looking for, but she did see an impatient-looking dragonrider. She had never spoken with this particular rider, but she knew her name anyway. Onyal of Brown Eshuth was known throughout the Weyr for the oddity of her Impression, even though it had happened years ago. Ara could not decide from the very first if she was fascinated or scandalized by the prospect of a female brownrider.
Still, there was no one else standing around impatiently, so Ara reasoned that perhaps Alita was supposed to meet with Onyal? The question of where Alita actually was, if not in the infirmary and not in the bowl did not yet occur to Ara, nor did the possibility that someone in the infirmary might have been playing a trick on her by sending her to the bowl when Alita could have just been late.
"Pardon me, Brownrider," Ara said, slipping into the comfortable cocoon of good manners. "I'm supposed to be meeting with Senior Journeywoman Dragonhealer Alita. Do you know if she's here?"
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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