Post by Requiem on Jan 19, 2011 9:23:44 GMT -5
A very, very quiet girl, this Emiliah. She must live mostly in her head. Not that this should have been surprising at all, given that Kalierre suspected she probably wasn't entirely right. The child seemed to have enough faculties about her, however, to Impress a wher if not a dragon. Not that it should matter if they let her Stand anyway; the greenrider had never known a dragon to pick anyone who wasn't sound mentally. (That wasn't to say she hadn't known any dragonrider to lose that stability later in life, though. Things happened.)
"Whers." It was an interesting thing to ask Kalierre. She healed them, of course, and new their basic anatomy. New what they did in vague details. But the woman was no wherhandler to speak for the breed. "That's hard for me to answer. I've never Impressed one myself," the woman added, a wry turning to her lips. That went without saying, didn't it? Wherhandlers were not dragonriders. Technically it should probably be possible to Impress both, but the very lifestyle of the two creatures precluded it.
"They speak much like flits do. A little clearer. More intelligent than flits on the average. You know that they're nocturnal, that they can't really fly and they're sensitive to light. Excellent sense of smell." Kalierre shrugged one shoulder. "Here they keep the jungles around the Weyr safe by hunting felines, wild whers and other dangerous carnivores. They patrol the night for anything out of place. And some work the mines that were found. That's really about all I know about them."
And if she wasn't a dragonhealer herself? She'd probably know even less. The greenrider didn't really mean to disregard them, of course, but they lived in a world entirely separate from hers; it was difficult to keep track of creatures and people who you never really saw that much of. "I suppose it's not too different from dragonriders. Wanting a place to belong and being willing to put yourself in danger for others."
Kalierre smiled, then, and the expression was genuine enough even if it was a little on the weary side. "For wherhandlers I imagine they're closer to one another. Since they mostly only see other wherhandlers. It would be like having a small family of your own, particularly since most of the whers would be related to each other." Not that this was really different for dragons, but there were a whole lot more of them. And, of course, there were the Wastelanders.
"Whers." It was an interesting thing to ask Kalierre. She healed them, of course, and new their basic anatomy. New what they did in vague details. But the woman was no wherhandler to speak for the breed. "That's hard for me to answer. I've never Impressed one myself," the woman added, a wry turning to her lips. That went without saying, didn't it? Wherhandlers were not dragonriders. Technically it should probably be possible to Impress both, but the very lifestyle of the two creatures precluded it.
"They speak much like flits do. A little clearer. More intelligent than flits on the average. You know that they're nocturnal, that they can't really fly and they're sensitive to light. Excellent sense of smell." Kalierre shrugged one shoulder. "Here they keep the jungles around the Weyr safe by hunting felines, wild whers and other dangerous carnivores. They patrol the night for anything out of place. And some work the mines that were found. That's really about all I know about them."
And if she wasn't a dragonhealer herself? She'd probably know even less. The greenrider didn't really mean to disregard them, of course, but they lived in a world entirely separate from hers; it was difficult to keep track of creatures and people who you never really saw that much of. "I suppose it's not too different from dragonriders. Wanting a place to belong and being willing to put yourself in danger for others."
Kalierre smiled, then, and the expression was genuine enough even if it was a little on the weary side. "For wherhandlers I imagine they're closer to one another. Since they mostly only see other wherhandlers. It would be like having a small family of your own, particularly since most of the whers would be related to each other." Not that this was really different for dragons, but there were a whole lot more of them. And, of course, there were the Wastelanders.
