It had been coming on bit by bit for the past sevenday. Diagir had seen his gold wher's color change even before her attitude started to adjust. Ziya started not tolerating Vainglory's presence which resulted in Diagir having to house the green separately from the rest. Diagirsk opted on his own to go with the green to avoid the gold's amorous love-bites and croons, even if he did have every intention to chase as well. Ziya was his packmate, after all, so it made sense that he would chase her. Diagir gave in to Ziya's increased hunger and demand to be bathed and oiled, patient as always with his beloved queen.

Ziya didn't run often. Maybe once every couple Turns. This would be her third, the first being the clutch Vainglory had come from and the second having gone completely to Callamere. Diagir was curious to see what would come from this run, how many eggs she would clutch and what colors would come from them. His excitement fed into Ziya's and had the wher glowing brighter and brighter until she had almost an electric glow. Diagir gathered supplies for the night of and, while she slept on the day she would run, he set up the bonfire that would burn brightly that night where the handlers would sit and listen to their partners try for their ultimate victory. Dried meats, breads, fruits, wine, and water all were stashed for the humans as well as a pot of raw meat for the whers. That, he put in pots, dug a hole near where the humans would sit, and buried them to keep them cool and safe from predators. 

Like clockwork, Ziya's eyes snapped open with a violently swirling mix of dark purple and very bright red and a low snarl. The compact wher rose to her haunches and gave what Diagir easily recognized as a sensual stretch, neck arching and tail raising before she relaxed back down with a shake. She looked to the door where her daughter and Diagirsk were and sneered, flicking her wings dismissively before looking o her human expectantly.

{Ziya run. Ziya run far 'n fast 'n no one catch. Dia take Ziya to run place.} The queen's tone was an imperious command as if her human was just another wher for her to command as she would. To Diagir's credit, he was ready for this and more than gladly led her to where it was okay for her to run. He'd setup a small herdbeast there for her to blood and she immediately jumped on it. With him not being a dragonrider and the world not in desperate need of whers, he didn't have an instinct to order her to blood only, instead letting her get what she would from the small animal. Satisfied, Ziya pulled her red-streaked muzzle back and gave a loud bugle before bolting off into the woods, confident that chasers would come for her.

{Ziya run! Chase if dare!}

"I'm always partial to lunch by the lake," Kassia said as they headed back to their dragons.

Revai took the marks and handed over the pouch. "Fair skies, Bronze rider."

"Congrats," Kassia told I'des. "Let's go."

 

"The egg should hatch in a sevenday," Revai added after them.

((Da always said not to go into caves if I'm not sure I'm safe,)) Kashara wasn't being easily calmed. ((I should have waited for help. Now we're both stuck.))

"Hard tellin', not knowin'," J'lar chuckled at his own joke.  "Was it about whatever brought you to the Infirmary?  Aren't you supposed to be off-duty right now?"
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"Are you saying Sunstreath isn't big on greens or bronzes in general aren't? Because I've known a good deal of bronzes who chase greens aplenty, especially the ones what don't catch the golds. It's normal."

Well, she hadn't been thrown out - yet. That had to be a good sign. Sheepishly, she pulled out another stack of several papers. These were neater, more formal looking. "I... had pondered the possibility of eventually moving the firelizard care out of the main Infirmary altogether at some point. Keeping them out of everyone's hair. And to allow for something like training classes." The papers contained the more formal proposition of looking to establish, at some point in the future, a secondary "clinic" of sorts for the firelizards. An area that would allow for their care, treatment of minor injuries, use as a formal site for messenger services, marking and banding for identifying owners and so forth. "If... if you think you have someone who would be patient enough to teach me, I'd like to learn more about safe first aid on a basic level. So people aren't coming to the main Infirmary for minor abrasions, sprains or even superficial wing tears."

It was clear that there was nothing about this that was impromptu or impulsive. Tyne had put a lot of thought into the way her world was shaped now, and most importantly, what her world consisted of. "I know that what I can do is... different. But I want to use it to help. Because it can be used to help - and not just helping me."

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:16 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:

Larsin was impressed. He cocked his head. "So, would you like to give classes on firelizard training and care? I think something like that could be extremely useful."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 7:03 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

They were on the same wavelength. Something akin to stubbornness flickered over her features and the nervous smile was replaced with something more.. resolute. Her jaw thrust out a little and she straightened up in her seat. "I don't want to waste anyone's time and most importantly, I don't want to be the cause of any disruption. I don't expect to suddenly fall into Dragonhealing and out of nowhere call myself an Apprentice. I'm not destined to be a Dragonhealer. That path is for... other people. Different people." Not likely to fall off the edge of their own mind into an abyss "people". "That and... I'm not stupid. Staying in an environment of hurt and even..." She paused, swallowing hard as she made herself say the next words. "... even dying dragons... wouldn't be good for anyone around me. Not just me."

Taking a moment to steady herself, she passed over the pile of notes. It contained lists of noted requirements of everyday and long-term firelizard care. Recipes for different types of oil. Observations about responses to different firelizard behaviours. "I just want to help. I don't want some significant role." She paused, offering a small smile that broke the tension slightly. "And even clipping claws is needed. It's not demeaning. It's just something else that a responsible owner should be aware of. I want to help people understand what their firelizards need. What they are. That they're not just a moving shoulder ornament. That they're complex - not just a basic form of a simple dragon. That they are just as individual."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 1:34 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:

Larsin steepled his fingers and thought. At first, he wanted to tell her to get out of there; Dragonhealing wasn't somewhere that you just threw people into. And, with her history, he didn't want her around gravely ill or injured dragons. Who knew how that would affect her?

Then he remembered she talked to all the firelizards. And that could be helpful, even in dragonhealing. After all, even if a dragon didn't wish to speak to him, they might deign to talk to something of a similar nature. He pursed his lips.

"The fact that you have a gold is good. We get a lot of injured firelizards in here--usually because of the stupidity of their handlers, and not because they, themselves are stupid. Though I have seen a few in my time...

"Anyway, I could probably use your help with triaging firelizards that are brought in," he said, nodding. "And, while it seems demeaning, there are some that really need their nails clipped. And Sam isn't always helpful with the patients who hate their feet being worked on."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 3:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Still twiddling with her blouse, Tyne stepped into the office - looking too much like she was about to turn tail and run. But she didn't, instead taking a minute to settle herself on the comfortable guest chair and compose herself. Well, at least try. Fidgeting for a moment, she remembered the bag that was always over her shoulders and pulled it over her head, fumbling inside to pull out several sheets of paper that looked a little rumpled. It was clear to see that they were covered in notes, doodles and small diagrams. Clearly she had been thinking very hard about something.

"I've been trying to think of something I can do to be useful again. Not just to be... me." It came out in a rush and Tyne visible slowed herself, taking a deep breath. "I feel... completely lost. I don't have any skills I can take to a craft but..." she paused, the moment poignant and heavy. "... But I need to have purpose. I'm just... I'm floating. I don't have a Craft I can return to but even if I did.. I don't know if I would want to." She instinctively went to reach for Bobbin's tail but the gold, for once, wasn't there. Tyne had sent her to join the faire until she was done, not knowing how the Dragonhealer had felt about the presence of the creatures in his office. She had thought it was polite but now she was suddenly aching aware of just how absent the gold was. Of course, she hadn't even needed to ask. Bobbin, ever intertwined with the nuances of Tyne almost immediately appeared, diving onto the empty shoulders with practised ease and hunkering down with a series of soft, soothing croons. Just as immediately, Tyne's fingers had entwined themselves with the gold's tail.

"They said I should consider doing something with the firelizards." She finished, almost uselessly, like she wasn't sure what to say after. She was looking for a lifesaver, that was for sure. "And I want to help them. They're important...." Another pause, this time supported by a sheepish, almost guilty look. "... But I don't know where to start."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:25 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:

"Come in, come in," Master Larsin said, getting up and opening the door himself. He'd seen Tyne around, usually with her own, and several other firelizards in tow. Even Sambert was fascinated with a human who could talk to firelizards as easily as they talked between themselves. He'd tried to show Larsin that they were filling a hole, but his pet just didn't understand the concept.

"Have a seat," he said, motioning to one of the guest chairs in his office. "What can I do for you today?"

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 11:26 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It had sat on Tyne's thoughts since her talk with Cremsden. Maybe she could do something with the firelizards. The problem was, she just didn't know what. Someone had suggested she look at Dragonhealing in general but... she wasn't sure she had the right kind of stomach for that. She wasn't even sure she would manage to be in the Infirmary too much around wounded or worse... dying dragons, the stink of ichor clogging her nostrils day in and day out. No... that might be... dangerous.

But she just felt, well, she felt more than a little lost. Now that her thoughts were beginning to settle more, she was becoming more and more acutely aware that she just didn't really have a place anymore. Myrandith had given her a different sort of purpose. A different sort of place. But now she didn't have that, well, she just didn't know who she was meant to be anymore. Something was taking root though and that was that she didn't just want to be the wild woman running through the Weyr that was talked about with hushed voices about who she HAD been. She wanted more than that now. She needed more than that now.

Shyly, she had spoken to a few different Dragonhealers who were more fascinated with her ability to talk to the firelizards than they were occupied with her being "that dragonless former Goldrider" but they had all said the same. If anyone could give her some advice, it would surely be Master Larsin. And if he was anywhere, it would be in his office. 

Someone had kindly taken her there, making small talk about the gold and bronze firelizards on her shoulders which had helped to set her at ease. They had even knocked on the door for her when they had realised that Tyne was far too nervous to do it herself. "Don't worry," the cheerful woman had said in low turns, "Master Larsin seems scary but he's really not terrible. He's one of the best for a reason and I'm sure he'll at least be able to give you some food for thought."

"Master Larsin? Are you about?" The journeywoman called at the door in a cheery tone. "There's someone here I think you'll like to speak to. A very lovely young lady who can talk to firelizards." Given that the woman was probably in her fifties. it had made Tyne giggle a little to be referred to as lovely, the jovial personality making her relax, although it didn't stop her playing nervously with the hem of her blouse.

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