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Since Florian had no need for excuses, he actually had been reading a recently pilfered teaching scroll from the Weyr Records Room. As a Journeyman, he was trusted enough to take it back to his room for study, but he knew it'd be his hide if the scroll was not returned by nightfall. He'd met Zara recently with the Dragonhealers, and like most weyrbrats the world over, she had crawled under his skin by being just so....

..open.


Take the familiar query, were she being proper she would have at least said a simple 'pardon me.' Of course, Ghilani NEVER knocked, but Florian had grown accustomed to the starsmith's eccentricities. So he kept himself fully clothed at all times, and was careful to not startle when the door opened unexpectedly.

Roco fluttered his wings from his perch at the edge of Florian's cot when the Healer journeyman stood to get the door. Opening it, he glared down at Zara. "Of course. What do you need?" Roco chirped a protest, since he liked Zara just fine, and he knew that his person did too... even if Florian tried to hide it.

Delighted to have the company, Roco chittered back at Beryl and fanned his wings. Florian paused glaring at Zara to glare at Roco and Zara's green, before refocusing his attention back on the thin healer apprentice.. who had someone made her way into his room. What was WITH weyrbred folk? Did growing up in a Weyr entail ownership of every nook and cranny?

"I don't have to be good at looking scary Zara, the attempt in and of itself should be a deterrent." He rumbled, closing the door and turning around to lean against it with his arms folded. "What brings you?"

"Not yet." He rumbled again, though he had to admit to himself that this sudden insurgence of 'friends' in his life was a bit refreshing. He'd never been much of a socialite, preferring the quiet solitude of his studies or the stillroom over the more boisterous activities of his former fellows back at the Healer Hall. But between Ghilani declaring them roommates and Zara invading the Weyr's healing infirmary, he'd eventually come to the conclusion that 'going with the flow' would be the best course of action at this point.

"Why would you be bored? Don't you have anatomy review?"

"Arrogance is unbecoming Zara, there is always something new to learn every time you reread a scroll." Florian replied smoothly, maneuvering around her to sit on Ghilani's cot for the time being, motioning with his right hand to invite her to sit on his cot across from him. "And as a senior Journeyman, I have a vested interest in maintaining relations with the Craft apprentices, namely knowing that you will be capable of any task I have to set you to." As with most things 'Florian,' the words came out sounding worse then he would have intended. He was never one to boss around the apprentices, nor was he a strict drillmaster. His own studies attracted his attention far more then ego trips gleaned on the backs of younger students.

"You should also know by now that there are several things I like more then scrolls." He meant dragons, of course. Why else would he be here at a Weyr instead of at the Fort Healer Hall? Dragons in general fascinated him, and as Ghilani was often apt to put it, if he didn't make it as a dragonrider, that might be for the better since he'd always had eyes for every dragon that crossed his line of sight.

Florian arched a brow at her mannerisms, but let the topic slide. Like Ghilani, he'd learned with Zara to just... follow the lead at times like these. He had never fully appreciated the work it took to become a Dragonhealer until arriving in a Weyr, so he put Zara's evasions off as simple procrastinations.

"What do I think of this clutch?" He reiterated the question mostly for his own benefit, also giving himself time to think about it without sitting there like a slack jawed fool. "Well, to be scientific it looks quite healthy and robust. I have high hopes that all of the eggs will hatch properly formed hatchlings."