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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:43 am
With the latest Threadfall over with there was something grossly apparent to Mercy - the lack of healers. Oh sure she could help and she did, stitching and bandaging as best she could. But she had been out of training for a while now and some things were feeling rusty..worse she was fairly certain she could have done more for several of the badly injured...if she'd known how.
But of course that would have meant not impressing Aerith..or did it? Sure if she had impressed any other color she'd be busy flying in a wing and fighting thread but as it was she was left on the ground and while teaching the Weyrlings took up a good bit of time it wasn't nearly as hectic as regular rider schedules and it left her in a grand position to help out with the wounded during such events. Having spent a great deal of time mulling this over in her own mind Mercy had decided to seek out another healers opinion on the matter.
Bereck had been an obvious choice, as he was from Malvren and she knew him somewhat, she vaguely recalled pestering him with some questions when Aerith was young. Unfortunately he had also been rather badly wounded and was still in the infirmary himself and while she hated to bother him while he was recovering she didn't think he'd mind to much. Patients were always complaining of being bored and so she'd hopped on Aerith to take the short flight to the infirmary, leaving the little white outside to mingle with whomever while she went in and prowled around for the other healer.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 12:07 pm
Berath was outside the infirmary, watching some of the dragons who had taken minor wounds receive treatment. She wished she could have been there with them; not taking wing when the sirens rang out had been a huge struggle against instinct. Accepting that she would probably never fight against was harder still... but she was grateful that HerHealer had lived at all, and tried to focus on that as she observed the small teams of healers working efficiently over their patients.
As she watched a flash of movement caught her eye and she turned her head to see who was landing. There was no mistaking this dragon for any other; the little made her look about as distinctive as a blade of grass! It was not easy being different, she knew that well enough, and so she called a friendly greeting to the white dragon.
Inside the infirmary Bereck was sitting up in bed reading through an essay by one of his junior journeymen. Rather more notable than this was that fact that he and his bed were covered in firelizards. There were six of them. In descending order of size they were: a silver, a brown, a crimson, a dark blue, a brindled blue, and a rather round-bodied green. All of them were asleep; occasionally one would make a little snoring noise or twitching in some dream of chasing or hunting.
The apparently-crazy-flitt-man turned a page and pushed his small round reading glasses back up his nose, currently mostly oblivious to his surroundings in favour of the words on the paper before him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 12:25 pm
Aerith turned her head at the pleasant greeting, eyes whirling a happy green/blue as she took in the rather large green. But as all dragons were a good deal larger then she was Aerith didn't consider the others size to be all that unusual and as she didn't know how long Mercy was going to be and the green was being friendly she ambled in that direction. 'Quite well I think, Mine has come up with an idea that will make her happier in the long run and you?' She queried back politely, not missing the scars and half healed wounds on the other dragons hide. They looked to healed to have been made in the last fall.
It didn't take but a quiet question or two for Mercy to be directed to the proper location and when she got there she had to pause for a moment, eyes sweeping over the fair before lifting her eyes to see their owner..or she assumed they all belonged to him. Who could really tell with flits? In any case she was rather glad her own two were off doing something else so that they wouldn't add to the crowd. Not that she minded flits - quite the contrary, but they could be raucous when they felt like it. "Looks like you've got quite the company." She finally stated in a low voice, not wanting to startle or wake them all.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 4:06 pm
Berath replied with a rumbling-clicking sort of a noise, stretching her short neck towards the white in an invitation to touch muzzles. It would be good when the lids stopped catching, and itching intermittently but considering how those two weeks at Malvren had passed she felt very lucky over all.
"Mmh?" Bereck looked up with his eyebrows raised in query. When he registered who his visitor was a small smile curved his lips. "Mercy; I haven't seen you in a while. Weyrlings keeping you busy?" Much as he was dead against the hierarchy of colours and would in fact have been a bit disappointed for her if she'd Impressed for say a gold, Bereck had to admit that he was a bit smug that a Malvren healer apprentice had bonded to Pern's only white dragon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 7:48 am
Yes, indeed this was a kind dragon and Aerith happily nuzzled the other after drawing close enough. 'They did an excellent job on my wounds as well...though mine were already partially healed when we got here, Mine took care of them elsewhere until we knew it was safe to come here.' The white stated as an agreement to the healers excellent job. 'You can't really see my scars very well however, they kind of...blend.' The little dragon stated in a light tone, lifting one of her wings to show the other. You could see them if you looked close enough but scars typically healed white and on a white hide..well. 'Mine says they can be felt though, like little bumps and gnarls.' Honestly Aerith rather wished her's were a bit more visible, then others would know that she had taken part in something, that she wasn't just 'the only white dragon on Pern'.
"They have for the last little while." She told him with a slight nod of confirmation "But I expect that things will settle back down now that I know my way around and have a bit more feel for the place and the students. Which is actually kind of why I came over...Weyrling lessons keep me busy sure, but not nearly so busy as the drills and practices and meetings that come with Flying in a wing and I've been thinking for a while now about picking my studies back up again...Aerith is grown and healthy, Lessons are really only a factor a couple times a week and the rest of the time I'm just twiddling my thumbs - and recent history seems to dictate there's a bit of a need for healers." She explained glancing at him. "I just thought I'd swing by and see what you thought?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:41 am
Rumbling pleasure at the warm greeting Berath settled down in the grass, stretching out her huge wings and then settling them down by her flanks. she agreed, She wasn't sure if she would prefer hers to be subtle like that or not. She was proud of them, of how she had got them at any rate but they were... well they were just another thing that she felt removed her from the ideal of a green; sleek, swift, graceful, elegant, delicate. She wasn't any of those things, and sometimes she wished that she was no matter how often Ber told her she was perfect.
Shuffling her wings again Berath gave a soft sigh, but a moment later shook herself and turned back to Aerith.
Bereck's eyebrows raised slightly as Mercy spoke; when she finished the dropped again and he gave a small nod of approval. "I think that's an excellent idea; the world could always do with more healers, and I think it could be especially useful in your position to have more training. Far better for you to be able to spot problems early on, and to be able to deal with a training accident yourself.... If you would like to be reinstated as an apprentice I can speak to the Weyrhealer," it still stung that that wasn't him anymore, "and if you like I can take you on myself. Only one of my own apprentices has come here; most of the rest went to Healer Hall at the behest of their families."
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 1:17 pm
Aerith had fallen silent when she sensed the green's mind had wandered, waiting patiently for her to return from wherever thoughts had taken her. She seemed saddened somewhat, or at least the sigh seemed to indicate such a thing and Aerith nosed her gently when she spoke again. 'Nothing of importance..you seemed troubled?' The white asked after a few moment's, tipping her head slightly in question.
Now that she had plowed through the thoughts in her head, laying them out quickly before she could change her mind or consider the thought of being rejected 'You can't be a healer..we need you elsewhere' or 'You'll be a distraction to the others' or who knew what other excuse they would come up with. They had certainly come up with enough of them when she'd tried to talk them into letting her fly thread and join a wing. Healing however wasn't likely to put her in a great deal of danger, she wouldn't be risking Aerith if she became a healer again and so she had talked herself into thinking she had a chance. But now that she'd decided to act on it a part of her worried that she'd been overly optimistic.
She'd dropped her eyes once she finished talking, rubbing a hand along the edge of bed rail while she waited for his response and so she missed the nod of approval but jerked her head up at his words. "You think so? I'd love that...to be your apprentice I mean, I'd rather learn from you then someone from here that I don't know." She told him with a smile.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 2:05 pm
Berath gave a soft rumbling chuckle and shook her head. she replied, Being the only one of your colour in the world was probably rather lonely.
Bereck gave another little nod of approval, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Good, then it's settled; I'll speak to the Weyrhealer later on about getting you properly instated, and we'll make sure to fit your shifts around your other commitments. Why don't you sit," Bereck indicated the chair by his bed with a small gesture of his thin hand. "You looked nervous for a moment there," he added, his brows raising quizzically and tones inviting elaboration on the matter.
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