Playing Doctor [avon] Feb 25, 2015 23:47:46 GMT -5
Post by Zen on Feb 25, 2015 23:47:46 GMT -5
Talaria :: Green Tanith
Zenelle had been rather perplexed by Aerroth’s Brown son Killith, a perfectly healthy dragonet, for all she could tell, but for the fact that he was missing one of his forepaws. The Brown was left to hobble about, crippled straight out of the egg, but it so far had not seemed to adversely affect him too badly. She had been checking on him weekly since he hatched, but this week there were quite a number of injured dragons from a recent Threadfall gone horribly due to unpredictable wind conditions that she didn’t feel as though she should leave them to see the dragonet. So instead she sent Talaria, telling her to keep a look out for any sort of scrapes and dryness; if Killith used his stump of a ‘foot’ to walk it would likely bring him some amount of discomfort and also wear down the hide, which would cause it to dry and crack and possibly bleed. It would need a little extra attention from his rider to keep it from getting scratched, torn, and infected throughout the Brown’s life.
Chances were, at least, that the discomfort of using his malformed leg to walk would keep the dragon from using it at all, which would keep it relatively safe, but a three legged dragon was likely to lose his balance on occasion and then who knows what might happen. And so Talaria made her way to the weyrling barracks, where the twelve yet relatively new weyrlings were now living. The dragonets were going on their first month out of the shell. Zenelle should be performing a check up of all twelve of them soon, probably after the urgency from this recent Threadfall died down. Talaria was much more fond of this clutch than the last, for there was no sharding Gold to taunt her, nor TWO sharding Golds, as Zalmaranth’s maiden clutch had given them. She was torn between being thankful and resentful about them, but at the moment they actually weren’t on her mind at all.
Tanith landed, folding muted forest green wings against her sides as Talaria dismounted with her bag of supplies that may or may not be needed. Better to be prepared than found lacking. Let Killith know we are here to see him and his. She leaned against the Green’s leg just outside the weyrling barracks. Tanith gave a soft huff and reached out, giving a short, curt command to the little Brown, Killith. You and Yours are to come out immediately to be seen by Mine. And to Talaria, He is told, whether he listens or not I cannot help. Talaria raised an eyebrow up at her dragon, Why wouldn’t he listen? Did you try to order him out? He is a Brown. Tanith snorted, He is a hatchling. He should listen, whether he is a Brown or not. Do not bring Color into this. Talaria rolled her eyes, You're the one who brought Color into this. You could have simply asked him instead of trying to act like something you're not. Tanith turned one eye, whirling with hints of red, toward her rider, So, like you? A tense silence fell between them then, for Talaria refused to give her dragon the satisfaction of a response. It seemed she was satisfied enough with her silence, however.