Time passes and things change~ (G'tor

[dragon]

Things had changed, both in what she would and would not do, and what she thought she could or could not do. She had quit Search riding. Simply on principle. Dorava had seen what happened when Wastelanders ruled the Weyr. Not only in their practices, but also in what happened during hatchings. It was ... absolutely wretched. She'd left the north to get away from things like this. And here it was come to find her. There was no way she was going to Search people for Wastelanders, and thereby inflict this life upon southern folk who would not know how to deal with it ... and probably get themselves killed for it. Or any of the things that were worse than death. Like becoming dragonless moments after Impression.

But she had to do something. So she had gone to see about possibly restarting her apprenticeship in the infirmary, fully expecting to get sent packing. Surprises of surprises, she wasn't. Unfortunately, that had messed a few other things up. Like her wing position. Mi'rah was probably completely busy and worn out like usual, so she opted to avoid bothering him. Instead, she was headed to see G'tor. Dorava had opted to wait long enough to ensure that he probably wasn't going to be up to much anymore, as the day drew to a close. That, and possibly be slightly easier to find. Walking up to his door, she rapped on it quickly with her knuckles.

[Rowana]

A bright trill echoed the tap on the door and Ranchan nibbled on a convenient ear. G'tor scrunched his face into a chuckle. "Alright, Ran," he waved her off. "I heard." Tervain, perched on a high shelf, hissed down at the other green. Biting G'tor was her job! Star yawned from the bed, adding in her own way that they should all just be quiet and let her sleep. Ruskeath, laughter in his eyes, raised his head. Ladies, ladies, he crooned pleasantly. Poor Tor-mine is only one human.

Shaking his head, G'tor got up from his desk to walk to the door. It was good that everyone was happy again, even if he could only really let his guard down in his room. Having three pets might keep him busy, but it also kept him from growing too gloomy in the present situation. Slowly, G'tor opened the door, a little surprised by what he found. It wasn't the first time Dorova had come to see him, but he still wasn't used to the idea of women knocking on his door.

"Dorova? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[dragon]

Dorava smiled slightly when G'tor not only answered the door, but seemed to be in a semi pleasant mood. It was nice to find people in something other than dark dismal pits. "Hi." She answered, pausing a moment to gather her words into a coherent string. "I ... uh. I came to talk to you? Is ... is that okay? Are you busy? I can come back later -?" She offered.

Which, of course, was all stupidity spilling out of her mouth. Of course she came to talk to him. People didn't knock on other people's doors just to stare at them. Or ... at least ... normal people didn't. Soooo ... maybe she should say something a bit more constructive.

"I mean ... about the wing. And .... and other things. Some things like that. I ... " she trailed off and looked at the flitter on his shoulder for a moment. Blinking, she focused on G'tor again. Wow, she was spacey. She really needed to get all this sorted out before she crashed and burned. "Heh." She said nervously, before offering a worried grin.

Hopefully he wouldn't be mad.

[Rowana]

G'tor tried hard not to chuckle at Dorova's stammering. It wasn't that he wanted to offend her. He just wasn't used to anyone, much less a woman, being nervous to talk to him. Though his sister had recently expressed surprise that he didn't have more woman knocking on his door, but he couldn't fathom why. Ranchan trilled with delight, recognizing one of her favorite people. The plump green hopped over to Dorova's shoulder, crooning sweetly in her ear.

"What are wingseconds for?" G'tor replied with a smile. He was mostly just glad it was her and not one of the Wastelanders. He still wasn't sure how to deal with them on a personal basis. "Come on in and tell me what's on your mind." He stepped aside to let her inside and closed the door behind her. Maybe privacy would help her relax.

[dragon]

Dorava smiled and stepped inside at his beckoning, making sure to get out of the way for him to close the door. "Well ... for more than just." She decided. "I resigned from search riding. To be honest, I can't bear the thought of bringing in more young people to stand for dragons, and be subjected to these people." She waved a hand vaguely at one of the walls. "Or, worse yet, impress only to become dragonless." Dorava couldn't repress a slight shudder at the very thought of losing one's soulmate minutes after finding it. "So ... yeah. I quit. But that left me with too much free time, and I did want to do something to try and make things better around here. So ... so I went and talked to Kali. I am going to pick up my infirmary training." She told him. "Unfortunately, that had side effects I didn't foresee. I ... kinda got pulled off your wing for it. I'm going to be in the Triage wing now." Dorava hoped that this random out of the dark shuffle wasn't going to be too much trouble for the wing, or worse yet, irritate Mi'rah or G'tor. "Sorry."

Dorava couldn't help but smile at Ranchan, reaching up to pet the flitter from head to tail. "Hello there, little girl! Did you miss me?" she asked, even though she was completely surprised that the little green even remembered her. She didn't tend to come bother G'tor too often, after all. At least ... she hadn't thought it was that often?

[Rowana]

Leaning against his desk, G'tor listened patiently. His eyes widened a little as Dorova continued, but he let her finished before commenting. "Well, I can't blame you for your choice." Truth be told, he had avoided candidates and weyrlings more than he normally did for similar reasons. It was just too hard to look at their young, hopeful faces and tell them the harsh truths about this Weyr. "I'll be sorry to loose you." G'tor smiled kindly. "Though I'll feel safer knowing another fine pair is on Triage. No need to apologize. Have you talked to Mi'rah yet?"

Ranchan was purring loudly. Of course she remembered Dorova. She was a nice human, one who didn't mind giving a ride on her shoulder. Some of the other humans around here were mean and cranky. Tervain and Star yawned simultaneously at the whole affair.

[dragon]

Dorava shook her head. "No, I haven't spoken to Mi'rah about it at all. It only just happened today, you see. I haven't seen him yet. And ... he is a rather busy man, trying to run interference the way he does." Mi'rah was a good man, and an excellent wingleader, regardless of what a lot of people seemed to think about him. So what if he had glitches? Who didn't have them?

He'd be sorry to see her go. Somehow that simple, innocuous statement that often times was said out of courtesy more than honesty, it stuck in her mind, and she smiled slightly. "I'm going to miss the wing, too." she agreed. Some of them more than others, but hey.

Ranchan earned Dorava's gaze again when she started purring. Which elicited a sudden and unexpected giggle from her. "I didn't know flitters could purr!" She marveled, grinning at the little creature. "You have the most interesting pets, G'tor. You really do!"