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There was a showy little upstart near her. Harbinger gave a low warning hiss, hunkering down on Nash's back as she eyed the foreign flits like she would her next meal. The gold flickered her tail, maw opening slowly to show an impressive array of sharp white teeth. Come just a little closer...

'No.' He barely moved from tending the plant, trusting the strength of the command to keep the little queen from biting. Nash shifted slightly, flickering a quick glance from the corner of his eyes. Ahh. No wonder Harbinger was irritated. He sent her a wave of warmth and got grumpy consent and sharp pin p***k of nails for his trouble as she settled around his neck in a little golden toothy coil.

This wasn't the first time his queen had decided that a human with a large fair of firelizards was a threat. Not that she acted any better to singular firelizards. Nash shook his head and plucked a pair of peppermint leaves, standing carefully and approached Bereck. He stopped a respectful distance away. No reason to get up in the master healers face.

"A bit of peppermint with your water?" He asked, displaying the leaves in one hand and scratched under Harbinger's chin with the other.

Harbinger eyed the crimson, eyes whirling a mix of red orange and a hint of blue as fingers scratched under her chin. She grumbled, wings folded as she leaned against the fingers. She would be watching Sanguine, targeting the crimson as leader and probable threat.

"Peppermint is refreshing, specially when one is having a busy day." Nash smiled, relaxed under the sharpening gaze. He drew himself up a bit taller, gave Harbinger one last scratch and firm orders to behave before clasping his hands in front of him, relaxed. "Naanash, Nash if you want. V'ail is my twin, and Lanterneth is doing well. Demanding and subtly manipulative but I always wished that on my twin. " Nash's smiled turned a tad predatory, enjoying the moment. "Specially since he always found something to do when I could have used help with our siblings."

How the tables had turned. Nash had been enjoying ever bit of it, even when his twin came to him in a panic over something in the dead of night.

"I think he figured that out," Nash replied, smiling slightly. After he stopped panicking over his truly tiny and fragile bond mate to learn she was sharply intelligent, demanding, and a fellow artisan. "I don't know about doing whatever they please," he stated, horrified at the idea of his twin doing whatever he wanted. "V'ail would go on a two seven day vacation under the pretense of study if he could get away with it. Lan would tear the forest apart for the sake of her art and then get someone to set it aflame."

It was horrifying. Specially the thought of V'ail teaching. The art of flirting and ugggghhh. No, if he had any say at all his twin would never teach a new generation. "Please don't mention the words 'do whatever they please' in my siblings hearing," he pleaded.

"Better, much better.. not sure about the productive part." V'ail was an artist and artist tend to think differently when it came to 'productive member of society'. Nash had enough trouble getting his brother to gather the dishes. Yes, their little sibling needed a bath but dishes... he could do something boring once and awhile.

"Probably?" Nash shrugged still uncertain about what he wanted to do. "It sort of grates staying here... just stillness and the scheduling." He hadn't realized how much it would press on him, having people order him about and having his day planned in advance by someone else. "Staying is safer for Hollin and Sunny. And my father."

A sharp barking laugh escaped him; lips stretched in a less then friendly smile as he reached back and curled his tail around his fingers, working the thin braid of black hair in loops. “Don’t see how anything else is going to be safer. I’m an uncertified healer. I can say whatever I want about my skill set, but I don’t even have apprentice knots… who is going to hire me? A nineteen year old skinny thing with a girl and toddler in tow who can’t control his mouth.” Naanash snorted, tired and voice dry and firm, “this at least is stable. Might buy my father a few more turns so I can do something to support them.”

There was thread falling from the sky, wild animals that could eat them, starvation, so many things that the current dragon hold Weyr war really didn’t faze him. His father was old, burnt out and crippled and each turn he deteriorated a bit more. He couldn’t depend on his twin. Loved him, dearly and truly did but trust him to provide.

“Don’t know. People say they will do anything for a gold but I have a golden flit and she a crack skulled thing filled with paranoia, fear, rage and trust issues.” Naanash gave a slow croon at the little queen coiled about him. “Harbinger of death and destruction you are.” He smiled, stroking down her smooth buttery skin tail.

“But… I’m never going to be a great warrior. Harbinger fills that gap. She is fierce, loyal, and a protective little warrior queen. She would gorge a wild feline’s eyes out for me.” Nash looked over his hands, long fingers and protruding wrists bones and faint smudge of redwort at the nail beds in a faint reminder of what he did. “I heal, she protects and if a dragon came along that could make everything connect.”

“Wouldn’t matter the color, just the connection.”

Harbinger shifted, stirring at the brief flare of anger over their bond. She glanced up at Bereck and gave a challenging hiss, pulling up straight and wings slightly flared. Her person and she would defend him and challenge everything.

Nash smiled tightly. He had training; he never had a stable teacher. Apprenticing meant having a teacher, one teacher to be accountable for him and his actions. What he had was a myriad of teachers and a jumble of knowledge and skill sets. This could go well for him… and it could blow up in his face, depending.

“I’ve done cleaning in infirmaries before.” They differed over the turns, the wide space of Saain’s clinic and the herbs hanging from the rafters, cramped in wagons doing the best to hold a patient steady, the one on the docks that smelt of salt, sea, and fish. “Though, I don’t know if I am to look forward to another unofficial apprenticeship.”

“Quite a bit,” he admitted. A clean infirmary was the ground to a good recovery… along with a generous amount of redwort and basic anatomy. Sanitation and knowledge and a heft does of patience does a healer start to learn their craft. Naanash nodded, he had been an unofficial apprentice for nearly seven turns now… each had expanded his tool… he could wait some more.

“She is usually content to wait for me.” He would have to enforce a few things but the little one would behave. “Unless there is a threat, though I doubt I would be near any known combatant patients,” Nash paused and scratched under his flits chin, firmly shushing her. “Do you wish for my notes? I kept a few journals over the turns of things learned.”