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 Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 7:21 pm
If L’ior was very, very lucky, he’d never know just how lucky he was. The Healer had gotten a reputation for being ornery, to put it mildly. Even K’em had to get used to Cordel’s spiky outer-layer. It was like being around an alcoholic porcupine, if they had such things on Pern. You know, smelling of alcohol and likely to stab you at inopportune moments. Cordel briefly considered telling L’ior this, but decided against it on the basis that the Bluerider actually seemed genuinely interested and Cordel didn’t have a whole lot of friends. He’d just wait for L’ior to discover the spikes later.
Probably at an inopportune moment.
“Good man. You’d be surprised how many people decide to go against a Healer’s order and then complain when they make their injuries worse. And don’t get me started on the Apprentices these days! A few turns at Healer Hall and they fancy themselves real Healers!” Ok, now some of the spikes were showing as Cordel started to rev up for a real rant. “You know what happened at the last Hatching? Some Apprentice got into the fellis! And not only that, but they decided to start handing it out like candy to newly-bonded weyrlings!” Actually, only one Weyrling with a broken arm had gotten treated with fellis, but that was bad enough in Cordel’s opinion. “We’re sharding lucky that we didn’t lose her dragon!”
Oh yes, overwork yourself. Cordel snorted a little at that. “I don’t. I work myself to exactly the right amount. Being a Healer and myself, I think I’m the perfect authority on that subject, seeing as I have more practice being myself than anyone else. On the bright side, if La ever does come after me with something sharper than a broom, she does very fine stitching when the situation handles it. Besides, she wouldn’t stab me.” He paused to consider this for a second, one hand on his chin. “Well, probably wouldn’t,” he amended after that moment of thought. “More likely she’d just continue to threaten.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:41 pm
Dark brows began another slow ascent toward his hairline as L'ior watched and listened to the Healer get himself all wound up. He smiled a bit, sheepishly, letting the other rant himself out patiently. Just because the rider didn't quite understand conflict did not mean he minded listening to others -- and that had always been a skill of his, one he'd traded on often enough when he was younger and trying to make friends; these days, his status was often enough to make him companions if not friends.
"Hah," chuckled the rider sheepishly, rubbing at the nape of his neck a little, "I didn't even get treated with fellis when I was trampled the first... or the second time. Just on the basis that I might yet Impress at those Hatchings..." He had been dosed thoroughly after, when his arm had been set, but that was another thing entirely. "It is indeed lucky, though... I suppose some are sturdier than others? I don't claim to know much about it, but isn't fellis something you ration rather carefully?"
A little chuckle escaped L'ior, and shrugging a bit, he shook his head. "I suppose you've a better grasp on it than I do, as I often tend to work myself to falling over," said the bluerider with an awkward laugh. "I've got to rely on Dio to keep me from doing that. I've a scar from falling down." Without any real concern, he lifted his hand, rubbing at one spot at the back of his head, under his hair. "Still, I shall hope for your sake that threatening is the worst she would do!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 5:20 pm
“Extremely carefully. I don’t even know how the Apprentice in question got his hands on it in the first place. It’s something that only the Master Healers have access to. Very dangerous stuff, that. Especially for a new Weyrling, who barely know their own minds.” Naturally, Cordel himself took pains to ensure it couldn’t happen again. Now, most people would assume that he kept fellis inside the jar that was neatly marked as such, which was in turn kept in a tightly locked cupboard. They were wrong. Cordel was quite looking forward to any attempts to steal that ‘fellis’. It would be quite an education for others.
Slowly, Cordel wound down, letting at least some of his anger go. It wasn’t doing any good and, besides, he was at least pretending to be a well-adjusted human being for L’ior’s sake. That and it was starting to distress Tribble, who was, by now, trying to stick her nose into Cordel’s ear. “Tribble, lay off of that! Here, go to sleep or something. You were exhausted a moment ago.”
Cordel frowned and when he frowned, the effects could be felt for several meters in all directions. “You shouldn’t do that. It’s simply not healthy,” he said, ignoring any and all hypocrisy rays. “I always tell the dragonriders to listen to their dragons. They’re often the ones who notice things more quickly.” If he sounded a little bitter, it was because he was, just a little. But that was a long time ago. “Anyway, if La does stab me, she’ll have to get a new Master and I don’t think she wants to bother trying to train up a new one.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 9:06 pm
"Hah, I recall my state after first Impressing," said L'ior with a warm, open laugh, pealing bright and loud as a particularly mellow bell. "I didn't know my arse from a hole in the ground, and didn't particularly care so long as I'd meat to fill Dioth's belly with!" It had been a good feeling, though, dizzy with joy and the wild uncertain whirl of a world changed forever, for better or worse. "I'd have taken anything someone offered me, without questioning, I think. 'S best that you keep it guarded well," the rider agreed, nodding. The sight of the little green flit trying to cram her nose where it most certainly would not fit made him grin, though. "It'd seem your little one agrees, though."
Though L'ior wasn't going to admit it, that frown made him quail a bit, sheepish and self-conscious. It was like being fussed by an adult, though he was certain Cordel was younger than him. "Hah, I do know that... it is just that there is so much to be done," L'ior said with a soft chuckle, rubbing at the back of his neck, "I can hardly let myself rest. I am still learning to follow Dioth's lead on that count, though. I do not have very many human companions, so there is that to add to it..." Sighing a bit, the rider shrugged, dropped his hands and tucked them into the pockets of his riding jacket, and created another smile. "Has she got you well-trained, then?"
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