Little Invaders (Rei)

[Requiem]

So much going on.

Lord squeaked a small protest at the bustle, trying his best to flatten himself against Miguel's scalp and looking much like some sort of predator hunkering down in a charcoal-colored field of tall grass. (Miguel's hair wasn't at all long enough to fully conceal the small, queer-looking firelizard.) The boy made a crooning sound in quiet reassurance, not lifting his hand to pet the blue for fear that the firelizard would get upset, thinking someone would see him. Miguel very deliberately didn't tell the skittish thing that they all could already.

His small face and one hand was all that could be seen peering around the corner, light blue eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. Wrinkling his nose briefly in protest to a stray whiff of something rather smelly that he couldn't identify, his gaze never strayed from the hurrying healers. His little excursions into the infirmary were getting gradually braver with the passing weeks, but he still hadn't managed to bring himself to actually walk into the main hall leading past all the offices and examining rooms and housing the worst of the patients who needed the most supervision.

Until today.

One wavering step after another, he skulked around the corner, his limp more pronounced in his agitation - before suddenly darting the last distance at an awkward gait and ducking into the door. His chest heaved. Had he been caught? It would be so terrible to be caught. What was he to say if they asked why he was here, after all? The mere thought made him tremble.

A noise caught the young child's attention, and he scampered, skittish as a small rodent, over to the bedside. Why, it was a child like him! A little girl, whimpering. She looked so sad, and her arm was all wrapped in white. He reached out tentatively toward her face, but didn't quite touch her, crawling up onto the bed beside the girl. Whimpering was bad. Lord, too, was growing a bit bolder, not wanting the whimpers. He chittered in his curious high-pitched tones at her, trying to console. Miguel pet the girl's forehead, looking around. Wouldn't someone come make the girl less sad?

[Rei]

Erilena strode through the hallways curiously. It was odd to her that she wasn’t getting any second glances. Then again the busy healers probably just thought she was another helper sent to them for chores or something. Her knots said weyrling so she wouldn’t be surprised if they where just avoiding her in the thought that she was on a mission. Actually she was on a mission… just not one for chores. The girl had always been more interested in dragons than anything else. Her mother had taught her the basics of the healing arts. Numbweed, redwort, and such. Basically basic first aid. Although human healing didn’t hold her interest dragon healing did. Thus her mission. If she could catch sight of the weyr dragonhealer she intended to ask her for a position on the staff. Plus she was determined enough that she wouldn’t leave without one. Pursing her lips she rounded a corner and stopped dead. Quiet whimpers where filtering out from the room to her left.

Surely a quick peek couldn’t hurt? The greenrider peeked around the doorway and caught sight of two little kids. One obviously had hurt her arm. The other? Maybe he was a concerned crèche mate, or brother, or cousin or something. Never having been one to walk away from a crying child, Erilena entered the room and softly coughed so as to draw attention to her presence. “I am sorry if I have startled you guys.” Walking to the little girl’s side she smiled softly. “Hi there. I am Erilena. Are you hurting? Can I get you anything?” She asked in a quiet yet concerned tone. She winked at Miguel. Maybe it would be easier if both of them tried to talk to her? The boy seemed to be doing a good job of comfort but he looked a little lost.

Leo peeked out of his carrying bag at Erilena’s hip. Love? He offered before falling out of the bag to hit the bed. Immediately after impact he bounced which caused the tiny blue to explode into giggles. Lovelovelovelove? Yes? Oh look at how funny he was! The greenrider resisted the urge to giggle at her pet. Instead she watched as the mandyr righted himself and carefully made his way over to the girl. Giggling he wiggled against the girl’s hand to lick her exposed fingers. LoveLeolove. He purred. “That’s Leo.” The weyrling offered before poking her mandyr gently. “He seems to like you. Don’t worry he doesn’t bite and he is very nice.”

A crash outside the door distracted her momentary, along with a disgruntled yell. Feyrianth bustled through the door in haste, eyes whirling in anxious shades of yellow. I spilled something and the man is very mad Lenamine. Please don’t let him hit me. He said he would knock me upside the head. Ducking behind Miguel she trembled and thrust her head under the bed.

Uh dramatic entrance anyone? I told you to wait outside darling. Erilena turned towards the door and made a face. “Don’t be scared that’s Feyrianth. My dragon. She seems to have accidentally spilled something in the hallway.” Erilena bit her bottom lip. Should she go apologize or just stay with the kids? Feyrianth had seemed to forget all about the hallway mishap as hers started introductions. Happily she set her head gently on the bed to regard the two tiny hatchlings. Can I say hello? She asked Erilena gently eyes already losing there previous anxiety. Uh wait for awhile first. I don’t want to startle them more than we already have. Way to make a first impression.

[Requiem]

Miguel wasn’t surprised by the older girl – he’d seen her coming in – but poor Lord nearly fell right off his head from surprise, a surprise made clear in his high-pitched squeak before he scrambled backwards and nearly fell off again. The young boy winced at the claws prickling in his scalp. He didn’t know what to make of the newcomer’s questions – though when the girl whimpered and scooted closer to him Miguel instinctively coiled a small arm around tiny shoulders. “She’s hurting,” he stated softly…slowly. Whimpers and sweat meant hurt. Didn’t Erilena know that?

Where the girl hadn’t responded terribly well to the weyrling, she seemed fascinated by the salamandyr, peeking out over Miguel’s arms to stare at little Leo. Giggles even managed to pass her lips before she remembered herself, eyes going wide while the girl fell silent again. “What’s your name?” the little boy asked the girl who was curled up against him. “Mine’s Miguel.” The child opened her mouth once, twice, but nothing came out. He didn’t push it any further than that, just ran his fingers through her hair as he might have a kitten’s or puppy’s. What else was there to do?

Then the dragonet sped in, knocking against Miguel accidentally and jostling both him and the little girl, who cried out at the unexpected movement and pain, clinging to the boy as tightly as she could with one arm. Lord exploded from his head, swirling batlike upward and perching on a shelf, where just his snout peaked out to look at the scary strangers. Miguel crooned in his throat to both the girl and the firelizard, though his eyes were on the green. “She has four wings,” he stated in wonderment. (Miguel had never been afraid of dragons.)

[Rei]

Erilena’s gaze softened. Oops she was clearly still scaring them. One reason she was touchy about hurt humans. They where not as easy to deal with as hurt animals. Maybe she should try and get a healer or something to look at the girl? Her arm had already been bandaged so she had assumed someone already had. Maybe her pain medications where wearing off? Providing she had got any that is. The green rider’s thoughts stopped however as Miguel spoke again. The wonderment in his voice made her smile warmly. “Yes that is Feyrianth, and she does have four wings. She is a very special dragon don’t you think? She is also very sweet.” She looked towards the doorway and worried her bottom lip.

Feyrianth bumped her head against Miguel’s hand and crooned. I look like a flutterbye don’t I? She asked him directly. Surely if he was speaking he could not be afraid. You can call me Fey if you want to. Feyrianth is looong. What is your name? I think maybe we can be friends. I would like that. Whirling blue eyes gazed at the little boy and her soft muzzle touched his arm carefully. Her wings unfurled slowly and she stretched them out fully, being careful not to jostle anything. See? Just like a pretty Flutterbye. Do you like Flutterbyes? I do. Erilena refrained from saying anything. Fey could hardly do any harm anyway. She was incapable of hurting anything, at least on purpose.

Not to be outdone Leo redoubled his efforts on the little hurt girl. Must not be sad. Sad was bad. The girl had giggled! Giggling was good! To reiterate this fact the clumsy blue giggled again and stumble-tripped directly towards the little girl. Wiggling in glee he scrambled onto her arm, being very careful not to hurt her. Love you. He said happily again licking her fingers. Love you yes? Giggle yes? So what if he only knew about five words currently. He used them effectively didn’t he? Her lovely mindmates where doing a good job occupying the children so Erilena decided to quietly make her way into the hall way. She needed to find someone willing to look at the little girl again she supposed. The poor thing was obviously in pain.

She peeked around the first open door she came to and cleared her throat to get the attention of the woman at the desk. “Err. Excuse me ma’am? Do you have a moment?” The green weyrling asked softly. “There is a little girl a few rooms down who seems to have hurt her arm. I think she has already been looked at but she looks to be in pain. Do you know where I could find someone to help?” Erilena motioned quickly as she spoke and waited for a reaction. Surely if this woman couldn’t help she could direct her to someone who could?