D'ire sat down in the waiting area, and looked around grumpily, bored already and feeling sand in his hair.

Cremsden led the way slowly, aware of his lack of speed. "Good lad, here we go then, just through here and I'll bet a seat is welcome, hey?" he said briskly, gesturing. "Sit yourself down." --

“Yessir.” Tareg answered, using the crutch awkwardly as he went where the healer wanted. It may not have been exactly with excitement, but he went.

D'ire perked up at that, but then remembered what infirmary klah was like. Shard it. "I'll be fine without klah." He said, with the tone of someone who really, really wanted some klah. He looked at

Cremsden glanced at him. "Certainly," he said smoothly, obligingly. "If you sit down out here in our waiting area, sir, I'll take young -- Tareg, is it? -- through to one of our rooms and have a look

D'ire did roll his eyes this time. "Bluerider D'ire of Andreth. Can we move this to somewhere with chairs?" He interrupted. Shard it he'd just told the man the boy had sprained his ankle. And the

"Okay, Tareg. I can see you've hurt your leg there," Cremsden said soothingly. "I reckon we can definitely do something to make that feel a bit better. Who is this you've brought with you?" --

“Tareg, Sir.” He answered, wanting nothing more then to bolt right now. It had been drilled into him by his ma to stay away from the healers wherever he went, and that suspicion held true even

"Mmm." Cremsden had been relaxed enough, but the pair of them were acting oddly enough to earn his full attention. The boy first, old enough to talk for himself without the man talking for him.

Crackdust flew in to land on the carcass and accidentally flew into the path of a bit of meat flying towards a tiny blue. It bounced off of the top of Crackdusts' head and he landed abruptly, wings

Aro pauses in her feeding to stare at the bronze, giving a trill that could only be called laughter before tearing back into the beast from the highest vantage point she could find. Magpie turned to

"I've had Everrash," Jerronila said, wondering what basil had to do with illness.

It didn't take long for the word to spread amongst the flits of the weyr. And Ocean wasn't one to think twice about a free meal. The light colored, smallish blue flew up caroling with joy. It took

Gway and Stoppit had had fun, managing to drag the half devoured herd beast to the lake. They still took the occasional chew before, as one, turning and trotting back home in companionable silence.

“Honestly- she has a knack of hiding in the background. She- well- she fixated on things and for the last turn or so it’s been even more focussed on Healers.” Aryn’s jaw clenched right a

Tareg eyed the healer warily. “It’s not ‘is fault” he told blurted before his mouth snapped shut and he stared mulishly at the ground. Ooc: um. Yeah. Oops.

~~~~~~ The bronzerider fell silent for a moment, as if taking the time to sift through his memories. "Exciting. Terrifying." He replied at last. "It was our first hatching - my brother and I, that is

Neffeyn had the waterfall on his mind since the first time he'd brought Aryorath down to be bathed in the lake. At the time he'd not brought his swimming gear. This time, the second time he bathed

"I don't need a healer, but the boy has sprained his ankle, and hasn't eaten properly in a while." D'ire resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the healer. He might go out of his way to avoid healers

"Injury?" And okay, maybe Cremsden was skipping to making assumptions but when someone entered leaning on a cane you didn't usually look for a broken wrist. "Can you--oh." He paused in what he was