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Post by kaykay on Sept 13, 2009 21:36:40 GMT -5
Daevon might not be young any longer, but he was still in decent shape. He'd come up to the Star Stones, though night was still far off and he knew he would not be able to see the Red Star lined up at this time of day. However, he thought that this would be a good place to stop and think.
Thread was coming. He'd always believed that. He even believed that it would likely be within his life. Even if he had not been able to hear dragons, he would have gone into dragon healing because of that belief. He understood just how important the dragons were not just to Pern's past, but to the future and present as well. Despite the fact that Dragonhealing was currently the lowest area of study in Healer's Hall, he understood just how fully important it would be in the days to come.
And yet, despite the vindication that the siting of the Red Star had been, he was not entirely happy about this new development. Dragons would save Pern from Thread once again. But Dragons and Riders would both die, and he would feel the absence of each, at least of those that belonged to the weyr he served, the dragons he knew. Losing a patient happened to every healer. But that did not mean that he, or any other healer, liked it.
So it was that he had come to the Star Stones, to think, to contemplate what the imminent arrival of Thread would mean for those who had, until recently (and often still now!), been seen as a drag on the resources of Pern, as pests by many themselves, and those same ones would give the most to protect everyone else.
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Post by silverblue on Sept 20, 2009 13:17:28 GMT -5
The lanky form of the bronze rider was perched up by the Star stones. He was leaning back, staring up at the sky, clearly oblivious to anything but what he was thinking about. Actually his mind was on his young daughter, who he had little to do with, but he also desired to be nothing like his own father and that meant he had to take a hand in the little girl's life. E'riol sighed, mind turning rapidly in its usual fashion.
From his ledge, Caidenth kept one eye open and focused on his rider as he was not about to sleep with E'riol in such a state of distress. Although the furiously whirling thoughts of his rider were really nothing out of the ordinary. As the Healer approached, Caidenth rumbled softly.
The Healer comes.
E'riol's head swung round, tousled hair flopping sideways. He caught sight of Daevon and nodded a hello, the usual amount of conversation he contributed being far less than impressive. The bronze rider turned his head back to the sky, wondering just how one actually became a good father.
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Post by kaykay on Sept 22, 2009 23:03:01 GMT -5
Daevon smiled, "Good evening, E'riol, Caidenth." When one could hear everything the dragons said, it seemed absolutely silly to not address them directly. Oh, there were occasions, especially if he thought that the Rider in question was uncomfortable with him speaking to his dragon, that he would speak through the Rider, but for the most part, he only did that with Dragons that were not a part of Telgar.
He had heard Caidenth's words to his Rider and had to smile at the title. There were other healers in Telgar Weyr, but he took some pride in the fact that, at least one dragon, thought of him as "the Healer."
"I trust you are both doing well this evening?" His own questions and musings were pushed aside. He was a healer, and actually found some comfort in focusing on others rather than himself.
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Post by silverblue on Sept 23, 2009 14:24:51 GMT -5
E'riol blinked, grey eyes refocusing on Daevon as only if only now just seeing him. He nodded once more, succinctly. "Ah, yes. We are well. The bronze rider readjusted his seat, so he was now sitting in a normal fashion to look easier at the other man. Leaning as far back as he had been was really only conducive to looking at the sky or a woman. In truth he was worried, but then he was always worried about at least five things. He refocused his eyes again, mind leaping far beyond his conversation as usual. It was the main reason why E'riol was so short spoken.
"And you Daevon?"
From his ledge, Caidenth watched with bluely whirling eyes, rather amused at the interaction. The bronze focused on Daevon and did something that nearly surprised E'riol out of his boots.
But you are our Healer.
The proprietary tone in the bronze's voice could not be mistaken and his rider turned his head to stare in the direction of Caidenth. The dragon seemed to think that everything belonged to him, should have been a gold, not a bronze. Caidenth tilted his head in response to E'riol's thought.
I am not -that- full of myself. Besides I do not lay eggs.
E'riol snorted and shook his head, a ghost of a smile creeping across his lips.
"Impudent creature."
And you are my rider.
The bronze rider found himself shaking his head again, what would one do without the humor of dragons. He looked back to Daevon and shrugged his shoulders in good humored apology.
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Post by kaykay on Sept 24, 2009 20:02:40 GMT -5
Daevon smiled a bit, "I'm well enough, worrying about things that no one can change..." It was clear that there was enough on E'riol's mind without Daevon adding his own concerns. Besides, he did not want to insult Caidenth or any other dragon. Fighting thread was their purpose in life, their raison d'etre. He did not want to worry them with his own concerns for the future and what this would mean.
He grinned larger when the Bronze spoke to him. Because he could hear them, whether they bespoke him or not, it was actually relatively rare that they would do so--relatively being the key there since they rarely bespoke anyone other than their rider or other dragons.
"I am, indeed, Caidenth. And quite honored by that position. Few are fortunate enough to have such wonderful patients."
He turned his smile to E'riol, letting him k now that ther ewas nothing at all for him to apologize for. He recognized that Caidenth had just honored him.
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Post by silverblue on Sept 24, 2009 20:27:21 GMT -5
The bronze rumbled and settled his head back down on the ledge, thoroughly satisfied with the outcome. It was true, they were much better patients than humans, at least his anyway. E'riol swung his head towards the bronze and then with a huff he looked back at Daevon.
"Change... can be hard to come by."
He shrugged, readjusting his shirt, darn things never actually felt right. Change was especially hard to come by with Holdfolk, at least those of the Weyr tended to be more flexible, but then again, Igen tended to prove that wrong rather often. Ah well, luckily he didn't have to deal with their Queens too often. Telgar's were enough of a handful. Right, he was supposed to be social, there was a conversation going on here.
"So what brings you up here?" Not many came up to the Star Stones and far less during the day hours. And somehow he didn't think the dragon healer would be studying the wind patterns, nor sky gazing.
See. Talking is not so hard.
Caidenth... shard it...
I know, be good.
E'riol's shoulder's sagged visibly at the bronze's admonishment. Talking was so inefficient, if only all humans could communicate the way riders and their dragons did. But then... he was not sure he would like to communicate with most people as efficiently as he communicated with the bronze. Caidenth's only response was an amused rumble.
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Post by kaykay on Sept 24, 2009 20:58:21 GMT -5
Daevon nodded, wondering what it was that had E'riol troubled, since he had rather misinterpreted his own statement, though the Healer was not overly troubled or concerned by that. The misstep gave some insight into the other man after all.
There were things that Daevon regretted in life, including the fact--that was well beyond anyone's control--that Bronzers tended to be entirely heterosexual, at least outside of flight. E'riol was younger than him, but he was attractive and strong, and exactly the kind of man the Master Healer would have fallen for if he was an option. As it was, he shook his head slightly and focused.
"Just coming to think. To think of what the red star brings us, beyond just the thread itself, and this seemed an appropriate place for such thoughts. Besides, an old healer like myself needs to find ways to stay in shape, and the journey up here was definitely that."
He grinned, pretending not to hear the private exchange between Dragon and Rider. That was something he'd learned early on in figuring out how to deal with his gift. There was a bond there, something that he would not intrude on, despite the fact that he was privy, at least to one side of it, will he or nil he.
"What about yourself? What is troubling you tonight?"
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Post by silverblue on Sept 24, 2009 21:32:44 GMT -5
Be nice.
Fine....
E'riol sighed audibly and ran a hand back through tousled hair. How does one go about a conversation like this... The red star, that was certainly a heavy topic. The words alone scared fire lizards into a frenzy. What did it mean other than thread, thread itself was such an encompassing thing. As a dragonrider and a Wingleader it encompassed a very large portion of his life.
"Yes, a very appropriate place..." His voice trailed off as his thoughts do but what Daevon said next caught him up and E'riol fixed hard grey eyes on the other man. Right, conversation.
"Well, it would seem that as soon as I find out I have a daughter, I lose her." He let the cryptic comment stand, it made sense to him and he really didn't quite connect that another might need more information.
It was rather a pickle, the only woman he'd ever spent more than ten minutes with had died a turn ago, and it was only now he found out that a daughter had come from when Caidenth had flown her Vireseth. He'd never wanted to turn into his father, but he had without even knowing... But then, many Weyrbrats were raised that way, not many dragonriders had the time or the desire to raise their own.
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