Rumors and Big Wings [open, Kayla?]

[darkaire]

F'lyn had to get out of the Weyr, and so wandered over to the lake. He took slow, ambling strides that made him look like he was gliding over the grass. The air was crisp, and he loved it; just like he loved the feeling of the grass under his feet. Shoes were clutched in one hand, the other swinging through the slight breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees off to one side. He glanced at them longingly, but continued on to the lake. Sitting in trees was nice, but water always helped sooth his nerves better.

Cseroth trotted along behind him, tail trailing in the grass, swishing left and right. His wings were lifted up, as they were yet still to big to curl into his sides and move swift enough to keep up with his rider. F'lyn moved quickly, even when ambling. Even with the attempt to keep his wings up and away, they still managed to get under his claws. The Blue was used to it, but it still hurt when he took a tumble.

The Bluerider twisted aound to perch his free hand on his hip and stare at the tangled dragonet. He huffed a strange laugh and moved to help. As he knelt to start tugging at a claw, his mind drifted elsewhere.

Weyrling life wasn't bad. Sure, it was a bit busy, but most of the people were nice enough. Not many things had happened between them, and the only things that were worth mentioning were all caused by one person. F'lyn rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure the one had started the rumor he'd heard, but there was some supporting evidence to make him think it might be true. Rumor had it that K'sah and P'len had been seen one night together. While he didn't think it was much of anything, he did shift through what he knew. Both of the boys were up a lot during the night. K'sah because he was a light sleeper, and P'len because...well, he didn't know. But the bronzerider seemed like he was always up doing something. F'lyn didn't know the orientatioin of either - he didn't much care to get close to many - the little greenrider was obviously homosexual. And he'd taken a recent liking to P'len; he was always smiling at him, talking to him, generally around him. Of couse, that could just be a new friendship...but still.

Mine! That hurts! I am more interested in what your hands are doing rather than your mind, Cseroth drew him back to the present. F'lyn sighed and carefully restarted his work, though the little dragon was almost close to tearing a hole through his own wing. The Blue was naturally a calm dragon, but when he got tangled up like this, he got a bit fidgety.

[kayla]

Daelon was going to get some fresh klah for his poor cold bones when he caught a slight distressed sound in the constant hum of dragon voices in his head. The klah could wait, though he would definitely want to get some just as soon as he took care of whatever the issue was.

Fortunately, he was not far from the pair and ran into the pair where they had been on their way to the lake. He blinked, quickly taking the situation in. "Need a hand?" He approached the young man and the disproportionate blue dragonet.

"If its ok with you, young man, I can keep your dragon calm while you disentangle him. Or if you're not comfortable with me bespeaking your dragon, I can disentangle him while you keep him calm." He was concerned with the state of the young wing, but the first thing was to calm the dragonet down so that he didn't accidentally make that hole in the wing.

[darkaire]

"Need a hand?"

The Bluerider's head tipped up lazily, dark eyes regarding the older man. A brief moment lapsed where he tried to place a name to the peppered hair, nothing but an empty smile on his face. Why couldn't he remember who he was? Mine... the whine from the blue made the smile falter and eyes drop. Cseroth was trying to hold up while his rider's mind wandered, but it was hard to stay still when he was scared. Ah, right, F'lyn apologized and gae the Blue a sheepish look.

That look was turned on the older man, grateful for his help, no matter who he was. He'd find that out sooner or later, and right now the frightened little dragon was more important than names. He didn't know many peoeple in the Weyr anyway.

"It's fine with me," he responded gently, not at all worried that the man might try to hurt his Blue. If he did, Cseroth would tell him, and F'lyn would do something about it. Without much waiting, he ran his hands inside the curl of the wing and started to work at the little dragon's claws. He didn't even think about how odd it might be that this man could bespeak Cseroth.

[kayla]

Daevon knew he needed to talk to the Weyrlingmaster about meeting the new weyrlings and this incident was impressing that further on his mind. Partly because the young ones could usually be more easily convinced that it was that he could hear the dragons and that he didn't eavesdrop, and partly because they could be made aware of the resource he was and that their dragons could call him directly in need. However, that was very much a side thought and he gently laid his hand upon the young Blue's head.

Be calm, young one. Yours will untangle you, but I want you to focus on me for a moment, so he can.

While he would introduce himself to the young man after the dragon was taken care of, for now main goal was to keep the dragon calm.

Can you tell me your name? And tell me how you are liking training? Is your person taking good care of you?

While he focused on keeping the dragon calm, he did look occasionally to see how the young Rider was doing with the disentangling. With a calm dragon, it shouldn't be too difficult, but it would still be careful work.

[darkaire]

The Blue was usually too laid back to bother with other people touching him. And even now he was fine with it; it was just distracting enough to draw his attention from the panic he'd felt.
I am Cseroth. Mine takes good care of me, the Blue's voice was warm, and the Dragonhealer was one of the few to hear the lyrical quality in it. If the man listened well enough, he might get the impression of leaves rustling in a seabreeze.

As Cseroth calmed - his mind could only really concentrate on one thing at a time - his rider was able to get most of the work done. When what was left was mindless.
Training is okay, the Blue broke out of his thoughts to say that, and his rider took over.
"Cseroth isn't much of a talker; he likes to think most everything," F'lyn supplied more. He wasn't sure what else this man could do. If he could bespeak his dragon, could he see his thoughts, too?

[kayla]

When the Rider had finished untangling his dragon, Daevon stepped back, though it pleased him how the little dragon had calmed down. When F'lyn spoke, Daevon would cease bespeaking the dragon, though he knew that the dragon could and would still hear him.

"Cseroth says you take good care of him. That's good. You've probably got some questions?" He grinned warmly, "I'm Daevon, the new Master Dragonhealer. I have the ability to hear and speak to any dragon, though I try not to do so without the permission of the Rider and Dragon, as I have no intention to eavesdrop on private conversations."

Daevon could not hear the thoughts of people, and for the most part he ignored the thoughts of the dragons as background noise, but he very much understood that his difference was... well, different. And he knew that some were not able to accept that.

"So, I know your Dragons name, and you know mine and how it is I can hear your dragon, but I confess I've not had a chance to memorize all the Riders' names yet, so may I ask what yours is?"