Help Needed - (Apprentices; Open)

[reqqy]

She perched on the back of a chair, one leg braced against the simple piece of furniture, the other dangling down. With the brunt of her administrative work having shifted to Asharra - she presumed it was Asharra getting it done, as she hadn't seen the Master Healer in the infirmary at all, but staff scheduling, inventory and patient charts were being processed smoothly - Kalierre was back to wearing the plain, functional fitted clothing more suited to healers in the field. The twenty-minute lecture on first aid, covering everything from minor cuts to fractured bones and preventative measures such as good nutrition, was winding down. "...can be found at higher altitudes. The purpose of this information is mostly to refresh the memory of anyone who has been out of lessons for awhile. In no way is it an excuse not to see a healer when needed, as I know some of you are inclined to do. But it also means I don't want anyone coming in here and wasting my time on the sniffles or a tummyache. And if you walk through my doors with a papercut or a splinter, I'll let Lust treat you."

The salamandyr displayed at the sound of his name, bouncing slightly on her knee. Small make big. A wry grin turned up the corner of her mouth. "That's it for the main refresher." Kalierre had to raise her voice to be heard above the sound of shifting bodies. "The infirmary senior staff will teach anyone interested in the healing or dragonhealing crafts, particularly those who would like to be put on rotation as an apprentice. If you're interested in dragonhealing or both (or are an apprentice in the craft) come here. For those only interested in healing or are an apprentice healer only, please go see Rawign." She gestured to the journeyman who she had taken on as her private student, in case anyone didn't know who he was. "Thank you!"

Pushing up off the chair, she ignored Lust's protests and checked in on Phremath. Still river hopping? Joy washed back through their connection, such that Kalierre was not surprised when the green responded in the affirmative. Yes! You should see the wet ones' faces! Don't tell me you're splashing people again. They must like it. I warn them, and they still walk too close to the banks. Well, as long as you warn them and don't drown anyone... Don't worry! I won't!

Sighing, Kalierre tucked a loose strand of blonde behind her ear. Her beloved had gotten it into her head that if her wings were just stronger, she could get some lift. The truth of the matter was that Phremath's wings were simply too small to catch and trap enough air to accomplish that without some sort of outside help. But the dragonhealer didn't have the heart to tell her mindmate that there were some things she simply couldn't do. No one had expected Phremath to get airborne at all, and yet here she was. It was improbable, yes, but if on the off-chance it actually worked? Kalierre was loathe to take away that possibility simply because she didn't believe it to be likely.

Phremath leapt into the air again, as high as she could possibly go, flapping her small wings vigorously as she tried to keep airborne. This one area was perhaps the widest stretch of river (and it was within sight of the infirmary, which made it ideal) where the trees buffered all winds so she had to fly purely on her own power. Less than halfway across, Phremath's clawed feet first started breaking the surface. She immediately angled her body and swept back her wings, whipping through the water. That single pull got her to the opposite bank in a lovely tidal wave, drenching a few playing weyrbrats. They shrieked in glee. Not at all discouraged - she hadn't even made it half that far when she first started! - Phremath huffed along with the tiny meatbags, coming up on the bank and shaking herself all over them. The kids ran up and started clinging to her legs, begging her to take them swimming.

You are sure? A chorus of 'yes!' She moved into the water until she was standing with just her back showing, her tail extended toward the little ones. You must climb up on my back, then, and hold on very, very tight. Can you do that? One of the little ones grinned, flashing a set of teeth with a tooth missing near the front. "We will, 'Moth! Just watch!" Phremath made sure the little meatbags were all set, before gliding smoothly into the water, careful not to move too fast lest one of them fall. They cheered as she took them across, one little boy clinging to her neck with all his might.

[Avu]

Bleck- I dun like my post. D=

Meira had been listening as attentively as possible, although she was quite confident of her facts already in how to treat people. She was just interested in dragonhealing. To be more precise, not so much dragonhealing as wherhealing, but she figured that they were both roughly equal in the basics. She shifted as Kalierre started to finish, recognizing the ending. Only now did she take her eyes off of the Weyr’s dragonhealer, glancing around at the others. No doubt, she thought dryly, the threat of being treated by a ‘mandyr would scare many of them out of coming to the Healer for some time.

Well, it was their loss.

The Wherling blinked, sleepily—Meisk’s nocturnal habits had kept her up for almost eighteen hours now—and shuffled obediently after Kalierre after the woman finished organizing people, after glancing quickly at Rawign. The moving mass of bodies was rather disorienting, and she barely managed to catch up to Kalierre, ignoring the low buzz of chatter. Finally presenting herself in front of the dragonhealer, Meira smiled timidly, pushing a lock of her hair out of her eyes. “My name’s Meira, please. I’m interested in dragonhealing and healing”—they could hardly go wrong with more healers, after all—“and I’ve taken courses in healing before,” she finished, bowing slightly.

And immediately biting her lip, her pale eyes uncertain. Now what? Did she just wait for acceptance? And what about rejection? They wouldn’t reject a healer, would they? She picked self-consciously at her tunic. On the other side of her bond, she felt Meisk stir sleepily and then reside back into sleep, sighing in contentment. She stepped sideways absently to let the other people get a better view of Kalierre. So they could swarm her more efficiently, the girl thought. She didn’t want to be in the middle of a swarming group of bodies. That wouldn’t be very good, not at all…

[flupine]

((Can I just join in? I want to post Celeyn but the lights are flickering off and on already so I cannot really write a real post.))

Celeyn entered the room. She does her whole, "I'm too good for myself" routine and a hair flip or two. Foglith is very worrried about her but how can the little green stop her? She can't. Muahahaha. Has somehow fallen into the trap of healing but oh well. She became a dragonrider like her father, why not learn to apprentice as a healer like her mother? There were some differences in her father and mother's relationship with her. But again, so what? So the ever so rude but sly little blond wants to be a healer. Oh joy.

Can I fix this tomorrow morning when the generator will be turned on?

[Ember]

Ferneth listened to the lecture but was rather confused by the end of it. He had never had any healer training at all. Perhaps he ought to leave and find something else to do? Why would they want to have someone who had no clue about what he was doing? Oh well, he'd wanted to learn some dragonhealing and he wasn't about to change his mind now. He was Ferneth, he had nothing to worry about. So, with a sigh, he searched out Kalierre after she addressed everyone. He was a little surprised to see Meira in the infirmary. Was she there to learn too?

He waited his turn to approach the healer, suddenly nervous as he stood before her. "Good day, Kalierre. I'm Ferneth. I've never had healer training, but I'd like to learn dragonhealing and a bit of healing." What could learning a bit about how to treat human wounds hurt? He too bowed slightly before moving out of the others' way, joining Meira. She was at least a familiar face there. It couldn't have been easy to be awake at the time, what with the nocturnal schedule of whers.

"Wanting to join the healer ranks?" he asked in a low whisper. "At least I won't be totally alone in this then." Hopefully both of them were accepted. He didn't really like the idea of being rejected just because he didn't know any healing. He could catch on pretty quick, if he set his mind to it. Ever since his sister's death he'd been interested in the craft. He was more interested in dragonhealing though. If he was one day oing to be fighting thread he wanted to know how he may help his potential dragon.

[glamourie]

Most of Rawign's clothing had pockets, particularly the outfits he chose to wear when in the infirmary. The reason for that was blue, small, and petrified of bronze salamandyrs - enough that, as Kalierre spoke, little Stumpy was curled up in the pocket sewn into the breast of Rawign's tunic, trembling the entire time. He was silent, thankfully, and only his tail was visible from his so-curled up position, but the odd shape in the pocket made it clear the location was occupied. Dark form in an otherwise white tunic. Stumpy seemed to believe that if he stayed hidden in Rawign's pocket, out of sight, that Lust would not notice him. Despite the months that had passed, the blue firelizard did remember Lust quite vividly, and he was petrified of him. He tended to be spooked by bronzes. Even his ever-curious personality was tempered by that fear... for the most part. Though, that did not stop him from rolling over and peeking his head up, out of the pocket halfway to peer at Kalierre as Lust spoke. But he quickly lost interest - and ducked right back into the pocket, as though he was worried the wicked, wicked creature would notice him.

Rawign lifted one hand to rub the firelizard through the fabric of his pocket to comfort him. He hated bringing Stumpy around Lust, but ever since he lost Li to the illness sweeping through the firelizards, he was loathe to leave his two remaining ones alone. Roxie would have none of his clinginess, though, and quite pointedly flew off whenever she could; Stumpy was still scared enough that he let Rawign tote him around. That and he got to see more interesting stuff from his minething's pockets than searching on his own anyway.

As Kalierre indicated him, Rawign gave a curt nod, mostly to signify that he was listening. Then, after the dragonhealer was done speaking, he turned on his heel and headed toward the other side of the infirmary, retrieving a chopping block and knife along the way. He didn't expect many people to come to him, but who knew? Either way, he did not intend to sit idle and wait. He found a desk and set the cutting block down, along with his knife, and retrieved one of the large jars of herbs from the shelves. Down he set it, removing the stalks to cut and smash for decoction and later use. He had four removed when he noticed a group heading toward the exit of the infirmary. His fingers ran along the stalk, thoughtfully, before he reared back and gave it a good throw. Through the air the stalk soared, gaining quite a bit of height before finally coming down to clock one of the boys right in the back of the head; ridiculously well-aimed... or perhaps just very good luck.

"Leaving us so quickly?" he asked, his other hand curling around the knife. Ominous much?


[ ... um.. someone can feel free to say their character is who Rawign beaned, heh. ]

[dragon]

Dorava paid close attention to everything that was said through out the entire lecture, hoping that she could remember it all … and knowing that she wasn't going to. That was a lot of information to take in at such short notice … and she hadn't even had anything to write it all down on! Thankfully, she was a quick study, and it wouldn't take but another repetition, to fill in all the blanks she lost. When others rose and headed out, and some moved toward Kali, Dorava held her position where she was, uncertain how to proceed.

With others already offering to help, would they really be interested in taking Dorava on, and teaching her from scratch? She had no healer training or experience at all, and her own dragon was still healing.

Deciding that it was worth a shot anyway, Dorava got up off her seat, and moved over toward where Kali was standing. She paused, when she witnessed Rawign's superb throw, and couldn't help but grin crookedly. He had a heck of an arm, to get that stalk to fly that far, much less that true.

"I would like to volunteer to learn and help out in any kind of healing … on top of my duties as ordered by the weyrleader." Dorava offered, straight forwardly. Kali and Rawign were already well aware of how much Dorava knew … or didn't know … about healing. Of that she was more than sure. And whether or not they took her on … she couldn't even begin to guess. All she could do was hope that they would see fit to give her a shot. A real shot.

And maybe, some fine day far in the future, she could join the ranks of the healers.

[reqqy]

The dragonhealer turned at Meira's voice, instantly recognizing the young woman and flashing her a motherly smile. It was perhaps one of her most common - if least genuine - expressions. "Your blue. How is he?" No, very little went on at the infirmary without Kalierre's knowledge. Nothing happened with whers, firelizards or dragons that she wasn't apprised of. The woman had a listing of all the new wherhandlers, along with sketches - thanks to a particularly helpful and creative apprentice who wasn't much for healing but could make a skeletal chart like no other. She blinked, thrown off a little by the bowing. "A few lessons. Wonderful. You might be able to help me with some of the others, then," Kalierre added kindly.

A tall candidate followed, which immediately had Lust ascending back to the dragonhealer's shoulder and eyeing the boy disdainfully. He hissed low until Kali cast him a warning glance. Unfortunately, by that time the young Ferneth had already said his piece and bowed, withdrawing. The woman regarded him contemplatively for a long moment. She was quickly growing tired of the formality, as it wasted time. Kalierre was much against wasting time, or maybe she just could picture a silly apprentice pausing in tending a patient to bow to her and messing everything up. "We'll wait just a little longer for everyone to clear out, but no, I'm not requiring former training. Consider this an open invitation for anyone who would like to join the apprentice ranks - or just learn a little more," the dragonhealer explained patiently, though she'd thought she'd made it clear enough before.

The man who'd taken the stalk in the back of the head turned slowly, regarding Rawign with an appraising glance before he bent to pick up the herb, bouncing it lightly in the palm of his hand. "I had planned on it, yes," the brownrider rumbled, a twitch taking the corner of his mouth that suggested a smile that wasn't quite there. He casually tossed the stalk such that it landed at Rawign's feet, his hand dipping into the pocket of his trousers. "I've probably spent more time in infirmaries than most any other non-healer at this weyr, and I can't say as I much enjoy these places. They stink, for one." By this point, the twitch had broadened into a lopsided smile, amusement clear in Z'hin's eyes.

Apparently he wasn't so very recognizable from behind...Then again, he was pretty average-seeming in a lot of respects. A little taller than average, but brown hair and eyes, tanned skin and an athletic form, were all pretty commonplace for a southern dragonrider. Rawign was still taller than him, which amused Z'hin no end, really, though the brownrider would have been hard-pressed to explain why. "So we're threatening people now? Isn't that kind of the opposite of what a healer is supposed to do?" He nodded toward the knife that Rawign was holding in a clearly threatening manner. "Maybe you just don't have enough patients, eh, journeyman? There are probably better ways to assuage your boredom." His smile broadened as he spoke, and Z'hin waded forward through the press, clapping Rawign lightly - or lightly for him - on the back. "Although I wouldn't recommend taking on a pride of felines." Winking at Rawign, he paused to glance about.

"I think you're not pretty enough to gather a following. Maybe you should have pretended to be female?"

Kalierre was wishing that she had a pride of felines to vent her frustration out on right about now, as she caught sight of Dorava drawing toward her. The dragonhealer plastered a barely polite smile on her face, her eyes cold as northern ice. She almost groaned at the mention of the Weyrleader's orders. Of course the greenrider had to bring that up! The woman had attempted to locate Ka'rys to get him to see that he was clearly in error - but the man proved remarkably good at hiding, for all that he was the ranking male rider at the weyr. And Kalierre simply didn't have the time to look under every rock to find him. "Any type?" Something in her tone should have warned the greenrider. "Fine. Go ahead and join the two young people over there, and we'll talk about your helping out in a moment."

[kysseh]

Savitri was hard-pressed to stay focused on the lecture at hand for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that she was bored and well and truly sick of hearing the same general information that she had heard and practiced for Turns. After having to sit and stare at a list of first aid terms in weyrling lessons, she was getting a bit annoyed with the use of her time for a repetitive lesson. She applauded the teaching of minor first aid to the weyrlings and weyrfolk in many ways. It kept her from having to yank a sliver out of a whining dragonrider's hand... and from having to bandage what was obviously nothing more than a tiny, minor cut that needed minimal tending. But being forced to give up her time to sit through another first aid lesson was wearisome. If it was dragonhealing, she would have been far more alert. But simple healing measures? She wanted to fall asleep.

Out of courtesy to Kalierre and to keep Virast from slinking out the door, she stayed right where she was. It had not been excessively long, at least, and it was good to hear that some of the weyrfolk were getting educated. They might actually be getting some additional help in as well, which pleased her to no end. That made for less work all around, and she was glad for it, even if her little brother looked like he wanted to bolt for the door at any moment. She purposely stepped on his foot and put a little weight on it, just in case he had any ideas.

Virast was, indeed, less than pleased about being in a crowd of people. He had whined incessantly until Savitri had let the two of them find a spot near the edge of the room. Walls were good. People were bad. It was only being near the wall and having Charming that kept him from wanting to run out. He didn't like people. He liked dragons, flitters... felines like his pretty Fish. No people. The lecture kept him interested, though, and he was at least listening, head cocked to one side as evidence to the fact that he was paying attention. The boy was actually looking at Kalierre's face, which was a rarity in and of itself. He didn't like looking into people's faces or eyes; it made him nervous.

The orders at the end of the lecture had him wilting. What... he had to go talk to her now? Couldn't he just go bandage up a sick flitter or something? He knew what he was doing... sort of. He knew how to bandage people a lot better, but he preferred the non-human things. To leave or to get a chance at dragonhealing... such a tough choice for such a reclusive creature. He glanced once at Savitri for reassurance, and at her nod, he moved over to Kalierre. Ewww, but there were so many people near her! He waited until they were all done talking and then piped up with the minimal amount of words possible. "I'm Virast. I know some healing... I want to learn dragonhealing." He had to say anything else? Well, he might as well mention who his infamous older sibling was, and he gestured vaguely over his shoulder in the direction Savitri had gone. "S'my older sister, Savi. She taught me some." There. Was he finished now?

Savitri, meanwhile, had moved over to Rawign, wishing she could Hepaticath's insistence in the back of her mind. The weyrling gold was in full sulk now that her swimming time was interrupted. Savitri owed Cath's foul mood today to the fact that she was suddenly perpetually hungry. Growing so much could do that to a dragon. I know I promised we could swim, Cath. Just give me a bit! I have to be here. I am more important than learning things you already know. Be that as it may, I still have to be here. The less you talk, the quicker I can get this straightened out and then go swimming. The gold fell silent, reluctantly, and Savitri moved otherwise unimpeded over to Rawign. She watched the brownrider--whose name escaped her--approach the journeyman healer, shaking her head in mild amusement. "Nicely done, Rawign. Savitri of Hepaticath, if you don't already know," she said with a wry smile. "Apprentice healer... working toward my journeyman knots. Did I leave anything out?" She glanced up at the brownrider, allowing herself to look mildly amused by his statement. "Female? I doubt it. He makes a much more attractive male than female, and his attitude would probably worsen with a change in sex."

She did offer Rawign a slightly wider smile to indicate that she was teasing... mostly. "Or, at least I think it would."

[Tashe]

A muscle in his jaw spasmed as he ground his teeth together, he wasn't nervous, and he had worked in this infirmary before. The woman who's Wher he had taken care of was here too, a surprise, but it didn't register as important in his mind. E'rro had had Dragonhealing training before, and would have continued if not for his forced deferance to Selenitas. The Brownrider had been one of two appointed assistant Dragonhealers for the Children's Wing, and the practice had grown on him, incubating a hidden love for it. Shaking his mane of hair, E'rro shut his eyes as he contemplated turning and exiting the doorway. Would Selenitas continue to trust him with their own Dragons' and Whers' health? If he were in their position, he wouldn't let himself near dragons unless watched like a hawk... then again he was bred and born in a Weyr almost solely concerned with war. Paranoia and mistrust were a common thing found at many stages of development and rank. So far the Senior Dragonhealer had been lenient with him working there, but for how much longer she could stand him, he didn't know.

Lifting himself to his feet, E'rro threw a glance at the herb stalk as a boy stumbled, letting his eyes drift to the man who had thrown it. He had good aim, what with the target moving and the size of the stalk that was thrown, but as soon as the Brownrider realized he was calculating his own chances of making that throw, he sniffed. Continuing on his progress toward Kalierre, E'rro blinked his black rimmed eyes, formulating exactly what he was going to say when he arrived. Stopping a few paces before the Greenrider, the young man inclined his head a fraction of an inch before stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Rider Kalierre, I still offer my help to you in the Infirmary." Nodding over to Meira with his head, E'rro continued solemnly. "I believe I've explained the extent of my training when I first applied, and I have already worked on a patient. But I shall leave now if you wish me too. If there are to many new apprentices, since I never officially gained a title from Benden's Healers."

Nodding his head slightly, the Brownrider habitually kept a straight face, although he truly felt the slightest bit nervous she would turn him away. If he was, turned away for the time being, he'd take it in stride. E'rro would simply apply later at a less busy time... in apprentice sign-ups at least.

[glamourie]

Rawign smirked slightly as Z'hin turned around, then knelt down to pick the stalk back up and twirl it between his fingers. Defiantly, he pointed the redwort stalk right at Z'hin, his smirk melting into a genuine smile as he spoke quietly, but not without an edge of playfulness to it, "But that's exactly the point, Z'hin. You spend so much time in infirmaries, you might as well be a healer, it wouldn't kill you to learn some of the basics and save our sanity. That and I love the idea of trapping you here for a while, just so you can see how many patients we do get." The last part was added almost silkily, and there was little doubt that he meant it as half a threat. Not enough patients indeed. The infirmary was dreadfully understaffed in his opinion. The last thing he wanted was to have more patients. It was bad enough that people came to them over ridiculous things. None of the healers at Selenitas deserved to be bothered with skinned knees, and he'd been called twice on weyrbrats doing exactly that. Overbearing parents were a common thing, but they needed to learn to tend to the injuries every child managed to attain without the help of the healers. It wasn't fair to waste their time that way.

But - alas; he was also teasing Z'hin, in part. He knew how much the brownrider hated infirmaries. It wasn't hard to miss. He distinctly remembered thrown bedpans and threats of similar treatment to him. The phrase bad patient was an understatement as far as the brownrider was concerned. That was, in part, why he'd thrown the stalk at Z'hin (and yes, he'd aimed specifically for him); it would serve him right to have to deal with patients who had similar attitudes to him. It would serve him right and, perhaps, teach Z'hin that the virtues of threatening apprentices were far less in number to the price. He did so hate it when people wasted time. Bad patients were on his list of people to fix and, if Rawign had his way, he'd round them up and force them all to play healer for a sevenday, just to show them how obnoxious they were, and then, at the end of that period, point out to them that the healers had to deal with that daily. Ungrateful, the lot of them.

Yes, Rawign was downright ornery at times. He was of the opinion that tough love was the best way to deal with most people. Z'hin would probably be just as contrary if he had to deal with a group of obnoxious patients as if he didn't, though. Secretly, Rawign suspected that the brownrider simply enjoyed being irritating. Took delight in it. He rather wanted to hit him with a pillow.

He settled for a smile, "Are you saying I'm not pretty?" He flipped the knife in his hand and then moved to slice down the side of the stalk, then smash it with the blade, making a most efficiently smashed redwort smear to be added to alcohol for decoction. "I think I'm pretty - hello Savitri; aren't I pretty?" Setting aside his knife, he gestured toward the other side of the table. "Would you mind getting things ready for boiling this?" She would know what he meant, hopefully. Wasn't she close to walking the tables? As far as Rawign knew, she was. He offered her a slight nod before smirking again, "I don't see anything wrong with my attitude. And Z'hin said I'm not pretty, so he's just volunteered himself to help. Wash your hands, brownrider. You get to play with Dragon's Tongue." There was very little that could go wrong with that. He'd get to 'teaching' if he had anyone who actually wanted to learn, but they were running low on supplies. As usual. He was beginning to think he was in charge of those in general.

[neeuqtar]

((is this day or nighttime? 'cause I need to know for little Uu'n's sake <33))

[reqqy]

((daytime, neeuqster xP most of the weyr doesn't do the nocturnal bit, lol))

[Avu]

Meira responded with a slightly crooked smile to Kalierre’s motherly one. Of course the dragonhealer would know about Meisk’s injury. E’rro must have told her…“He’s doing well, thank you,” she murmured, feeling the sleepy contentment on the other end of her link; the smile became a bit more genuine. Fine, aside from, obviously, paranoia and acute shyness, but Meira was well able to cope with that. So she was accepted? She smiled gratefully, murmuring a thanks. Help the others? That sounded fine to her. “It would be an honor,” Meira said, pleased, and quite well aware that the earlier lessons might send her to a stupor. She was quite sure she’d be soon picked out for staring blankly at a wall while the others struggled with anatomy and the like. Healer Hall had obviously judged her good enough to be sent to Benden Weyr to help there, hadn’t it? She’d only decided to keep up healing because she thought it would be helpful to the Weyr…and she might as well keep all of her abilities ready, as opposed to completely forgetting regular healing and only working with dragons, yes?

As she retreated, she was slightly surprised to see Ferneth—she hadn’t known he was interested in healing much—but amused when Kalierre’s ‘mandyr hissed at him. A small smile crossed her mouth as she watched him address the dragonhealer, and then she glanced around. The smile widened, now amused, as she watched a drama unfold. Rawign, the journeyman that Kalierre had mentioned before, had apparently taken offense at someone. And thrown a stalk of some herb at them. Well, then…personally, she wouldn’t have wanted to be in his care. At least E’rro hadn’t thrown herbs at her and Meisk.

The Wherling started, glancing around, as she heard Ferneth’s voice address her. She smiled in greeting at him. “I’ve been in the healer ranks,” she countered lightly, rather amused. “Not here, but at Benden Weyr. But don’t worry, if you’re taking dragonhealing I’ll be taking that too. And that’s an area of healing I haven’t learned yet.” She wasn’t quite sure if everything that applied to dragons applied to whers, but she figured it was close enough that she could improvise if Meisk was hurt again—which she was determined not to let him, but things happened. A flash of a dream from Meisk darted across her mind, a dream that seemed common to Meisk—one in which he was encased in a warm, safe darkness, and quite suddenly a blue flash was in his way and then there was pain as the warm safeness shattered and he was exposed. Thankfully the pain wasn’t real—only a faint memory. Pushing it from her mind—although sending a wave of love to Meisk—Meira glanced questioningly at Kalierre. She seemed quite busy with an older woman, with a Greenrider’s knots…she was interested in healing, too? This would be a mixed group…

[dragon]

"Yes, ma'am." Releived that she had been accepted - if barely - Dorava nodded once and obeyed Kalierre's orders, going to stand near the other two volunteers. She had seen that look, and knew what it meant. Kalierre was still mad at her. Or borderline hated her. Or something. And best to not stick around too closely.

Not much she could do about that ... but Dorava really did want to learn the craft. And having a chance at it, she wasn't about to miss it. Hopefully, this chance was going to be a better applied one than her earlier 'chances'. Standing in a corner was not a very good way to learn healercrafting, in her honest opinion.

But ... there was a chance.

Dorava smiled politely in greeting to the other two, as she took up a relaxed stance. She was nervous enough that she had flutterbyes in her belly, but it didn't show at all. Her expression was totally placid and at peace, despite her trepidations.

Maybe Rawign would teach her ... he seemed like a more amiable sort toward Dorava than Kalierre was. And granted it was best to learn from the best - aka Kalierre - learning from the apprentice was a far cry better than not learning at all.

[Ember]

Ferneth was amused by Kalierre's salamandyr. It seemed such a typical reaction from people or things in Selenitas that he didn't mind anymore. Generally speaking they warmed up to him afterwards. He watched as others moved around the infirmary, either leaving (or trying to) or going to where they were directed. He wondered why anyone wouldn't want to learn at least a bit of healing, especially if they were a dragonrider or prone to getting into fights.

He was obviously relieved to learn that he didn't need prior training. He waited for the uninterested to leave, watching the dragonhealer's interaction with another greenrider in the meantime. Ferny was surprised by the dislike the woman showed Dorava. What had she done to warrant that kind of reaction he wondered. His attention returned to Meira as she spoke, though he doubted he'd be talking to her much. He still felt weird around her.

Nodding his head he smiled slightly. "Definitely dragonhealing for me," he replied. Meira was just as easily distracted by the greenrider as he had been a moment before. The woman came to stand near him and Meira and he halted conversation. It probably wouldn't be long before they would start learning anyways. Plus he wondered why he was the only guy interested in dragonhealing so far.