Something a little different... (Blue

[Marnark]

Even busy men had to take breaks. Even if they didn't exactly take them very often. A'lez was seated at a table in the hall nursing a cup of klah in thoughtful silence. Even if he was on 'break' as it were, his thoughts still wandered and looped back around, sorting through everything he had to handle. The politics of the thing, the things that needed done ... running a Weyr was a big job, no two ways about it.

In the end, the klah ran out and the Bronzerider set the empty mug down as he rose to his feet. Walking toward the exit that would lead into the tunnels, he truthfully wasn't paying much attention to where he was going. He had just simply lived here long enough to be able to navigate without looking all the time.

Normally he took the bowl entrances, but today it was pouring buckets outside and he didn't feel like getting soaked. Overhearing a rather disgruntled discussion going on between a pair of people, A'lez couldn't help but chuckle. "You'd better listen to her!" He told the fellow in jest. Which only earned him a sharp comment from the woman to mind his own business. A'lez only laughed again and continued on his way.

Tig swooped in the door he'd been about to walk out of, swirled around the Weyrleader's head and then took off with a chirp back toward the kitchen. Heaving a sigh, A'lez turned around and followed the flitter. "Alright, alright. I'm coming." He grunted, aware that it probably had been a touch too long since he'd fed the little guy.

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Eira was slowly getting back to her old self again. Her talk with her aunt greatly helped her and it also helped that Siath was allowing more time apart like before the attack. The young green still often talked to her but, it was no longer filled with worry about what could happen if she was not near her Eira.

Right now, Eira had finished doing chores assigned to her by U'ski. Siath was resting, not wanting to venture out into the pouring rain. Really, the young woman thought it was the best time to head into the weyrhall to get something to eat. Joris had been following her all day and the strange little feline simply jumped up on his humans shoulders to avoid stepping on the cold wet floors. Finding the hall too busy for you, she headed for the kitchen. It was warmer in there anyways and no one had minded her about before.

Finding a nice spot near the fire, Joris jumped onto the chair while she went to get a small bowl of milk for the creature. Doing her best to stay out of peoples way, she snagged a plate that had two meat rolls left on it and headed for her table to eat. She did not make it back to her little spot in the kitchen though, no, instead a blut flit crashed right into her.

The little creature ran so hard into her that the bowl and her plate went flying. Of course a shriek left her at that. ”My Eira?! What happened?!” Siath asked, worried for her ride . ”I'm alright, I'm alright! I just was flown into by a flit!” And now Siath was finding the whole thing humorous, she could feel her green lightly laughing about the whole thing. Turning about, Eira was looking for which direction that flit came from or where it went.

{Hope this post works Marnark!!}

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Tig squeaked when someone suddenly walked into his path too close for him to entirely avoid her. Clipping his wings in tight he cut a hard spiral as he tried to arc out of the way. Normally he would have betweened before impacting anything or anyone, but he was too focused on all. That. Food. To have that kind of focus. Sticking his legs out he impacted heavily on her ample bosom and rebounded for there, aiming for all that food she was carrying. Spreading his wings quickly, he stuck all four feet out again, capturing that dropped plate from mid air. Beating his wings hard and fast he flew away with it and its lovely load of meatrolls, bugling his success at stealing a whole bunch of food from the unsuspecting young woman.

The bowl, however, was left to fall where it would.

Hearing the shrieking coming from the kitchen and all the racket of scattering dishes and Tig's voice resounding over the whole of it, A'lez hurried a little faster. What in Faranth's name was he up to now ... whatever it was it sounded like something that was going to earn him another lecture from the cooks. Pets really weren't liked much in the kitchens ... and he really could understand why.

Reaching the door the big man stopped lest he plow over anyone and make matters worse. What he saw was thankfully not a cook. "TIG!" A'lez bellowed, making half the cooks that were present jump in their places and stare at him. Creeling sadly, Tig cruised back around and over to where the Weyrleader stood, backwinging a bit to hand over the plate and its contents before sheepishly wrapping himself around A'lez's thick neck. Taking the plate and its contents from the blue, A'lez walked over to the startled looking young lady that he recognized as one of their younger Weyrlings. "Are you alright?" He asked, offering her the plate back.

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To say the least, Eira was wide eyed as she watched the flit literally used her chest as a spring board to get to her plate of food. Okay then. That, was a greedy little creature if she ever did see one. A heavy sigh left her, besides the slight bit of shock she was more than alright. At least the blue creature didn't accidentally rip her clothes or anything. That would be very embarrassing so she was thankful that it was just a simple run in and her food was stolen.

The bowl of milk for Joris on the other hand, had fallen. The cat himself decided to walk over and started lapping up the milk. As much as she wanted to find out who the flint belonged to, she simply sighed and decided to clean up the mess of spilled milk. Better to get it cleaned up asap than to let it sit there for someone else to clean up the mess. As she got ready to clean up the mess, a voice bellowed out what she could assume was the flits name.

The kitchen had been loud in the first place so it didn't make her jump, but, who spoke did make her stare at him for a moment as his flit landed on his shoulders. Joris jumped onto her shoulders as she stood up, his black tail curling just underneath her collarbone. It was almost like the young feline was flaring at the blue wrapped about A'lez's neck. He spoke again, asking if she was alright. A sheepish smile spread across her lips as she took back the stolen plate filled with her lunch. “I'm alright, startled, but alright.” Eira replied lightly.

“Guess you can say I was not expecting getting flown into...Um....Just a moment.” That spilled milk was really starting to bother her now. Setting her plate of food down on the table, she snagged a rag and quickly mopped up the milk. A passing cook took the soiled thing away from her. “Thank you...” Eira told the woman politely before smiling up at A'lez. “I had to clean it up, messes like that bother me. So, what brings a Weyrleader into the kitchens?” She asked, it was just conversation more or less. Not like she had much to do at the moment besides inhale her lunch and scurry off to look over some scrolls on healing. Joris was still eying Tig the way felines did when something annoyed them.

Really the little feline was just pissed that he lost his lunch and his human was taking forever in getting him a new bowl.

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Tig settled in his place on A'lez's shoulder and partially wrapped around the Weyrleader's thick neck. While he knew his pet was mad at him for some reason undetermined and the Blue was ready to accept that, he wasn't quite so ready to accept the evil stares coming from the house feline on the girl's shoulders. Wrinkling his little striped blue snout up, he flashed all his pointy little teeth, daring the feline to make something of it.

"Good." A'lez answered. "I'm glad you're not hurt. Tig is a bit much sometimes - I often wonder if it's just part of being a blue flit." He stepped over to one of the other tables and out of her way as she started cleaning up the spilled milk. Something that certainly needed done, though he was of a mind to make Tig do it ... except the flitter probably would have had more fun playing in it and splashing it around rather than helping to sop it up. It was best to just keep the flitter otherwise occupied. Picking up an unclaimed meatroll from a tray, he tore a corner off and handed to up to where Tig was almost hissing. Tig snatched it up in one forepaw and promptly stuffed his face with it, the corner effectively distracting the creature from causing more chaos.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Getting flown into isn't exactly a common occurrence after all." A'lez pointed out. Not to mention it was a bit rougher on smaller people like her. Nevermind that most people were 'smaller people' when compared to the towering Weyrleader. "It is good of you, to clean of his mess. I usually try to get him to do things like that himself, but it is difficult in a place full of distractions." He gave her a nod of thanks.

"Me? I was actually following Tig. He was needing fed -" Pause to stuff another bit into the flitter's gaping maw. "- and apparently I was taking too long in getting that done." Mostly because he'd been so busy, but the flitter had a way of making sure he got fed one way or another - as she had so found out.

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Joris continued to glare at the blue until Eira reached up and scratched behind his ear. It turned the glaring cat into a happy one as his human scratched just the right spot. Even when she stopped he was more than content with that scratch he got. “I think it's just part to o with being a flit in general.” She mentioned with a small smile before she bent down to clean up that mess.

If she was told that he wanted the flitter to clean the mess up in the first place well, Eira possibly would have imagined the same thing as he did. Joris was ready to clean it up if not for the flit wrapped around A'lez's neck. The feline simply was momentarily soured by how Tig had caused the milk to be spilled. Eira was planning on getting the cat a fresh batch in a moment though.

While he was right that getting flown into was not exactly a common occurrence, if she had known his thoughts she would point out that she was hardly a 'smaller person'. For a woman Eira was very tall and she was of sturdy stock as her father used to say. Granted she was actually small standing in front of him. “Well, I can look on the bright side that my lunch was not gobbled up.” She mentioned lightly as she watched the creature stuffed his face. A brow raised at the hungry thing before shaking her head.

“Really, like I mentioned messes bother me. I guess it has to do with being raised by a healer and all. Things have to be kept clean to prevent horrific infections you know. Pretty sure I would of cleaned up the mess even if we weren't in a place filled with distractions.” She replied with a small smile, feeling that it was not good or really anything of her to clean up that mess. As he answered her question she nodded.

“Well, from the looks of things he has a way of getting fed one way or another...” Eira commented lightly, turning slightly to the counter nearby, she was getting Joris a little milk to drink up. “If Tig needs to eat more than that single meatroll, you can feel free to join me.” She told him. A little company with lunch would be nice, even though she doubted she had many things to discuss with a Weyrleader. Still, just talking was always nice wasn't it?

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"Thank you anyway." A'lez answered simply as Tig wound his way around the Weyrleader's thick neck. Settling down there, the blue tiger-striped flitter eyed the feline with wary mistrust. He knew the feline was going to do something, anything, it was just a matter of when ... ah hah! There, he was lapping up that milk anew ... surely a dead sign that foul plans were afoot!

"Tig doesn't need more than a single meat roll, no. He probably shouldn't eat that much, actually. But he'll eat until he rips a seam, I wouldn't doubt it. I generally find it's best not to tempt him lest he try it." A'lez answered, though he got the feeling that the young woman wanted to talk to him for whatever reason. So as such despite the denial that Tig needed any more food, he followed her over to the table she selected with her rescued lunch. Settling into a seat opposite the table from her, he rested his hands upon his thighs under the table.

"How are your classes coming along? What are you studying now?" He asked, inquiring after what he supposed she would be spending most of her waking hours doing. Soon enough he'd have to integrate her class into the wings. But that was a few months down the line just yet. But it wasn't just idle talk either - he really was interested to know how the class was doing, from the attendee's perspective. Because for sure he was getting the 'Master's version of events.

Of course, Neinoth was paying particular unusual attention to the class, too. A'lez suspected it was because they were his get, and for no other real reason. Because he really wasn't the type of Bronze that was typically interested in Weyrlings.

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Eira smiled slightly and simply nodded. She wasn't going to argue with him that it really was nothing much. While Tig assumed the young feline was up to something dastardly...he really was just lapping up that milk. Not a single attention in doing some sort of foul plan against the dragonlizard. Even if the little creature thought otherwise.

A small chuckle left her. “That, would not be a good thing. Don't need the little guy to do that. Did not know that was how little they really needed to eat though.” The young woman commented as she lead him to the little table she found earlier. It was nice though that he was following her for a little chat. Sometimes a chat about nothing in particular was a refreshing and different. A break from the normal day-to-day routine. At least in what little spare time she had, she was able to do a thing or two in the infirmary. Honestly Eira was able to function better on few candlemarks of sleep than the standard, so that probably played in her favor.

He asked about her classes and a soft 'hm' left her as she thought carefully about that question. “They're coming along very well. At least on my end. I've been studying more on particular subjects I'm not as strong in. When we started studying basic dragon healing it was almost second nature to me.” Eira explained lightly. “Right now, we are studying wings and wings formation. Doing everything I can to make sure I understand it as much as possible. It's not like healing though, where I just know what I need to do and how to do it.”

A soft smile hit her lips. “Something I do know...is that U'ski is a wonderful teacher. He makes sure we understand everything and it's easy to ask questions. Personally I do not feel really nervous asking them or feel like by asking it would make me come off as a complete dimglow.”

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A'lez shrugged. "Flitters are actually a lot like dragons. Think about it. A creature as big as a dragon, that does something as energy consumptive as flying from time to time, and between ... can you imagine the energy it takes to move that much mass from point to point almost instantaneously? You'd think that dragons would be burning copious quantities of energy doing all that. But yet they only eat once every few days. Some dragons only eat one beast. Wild felines, on the other hand. They don't fly, they don't between, they are lots smaller, and they can go through the same herdbeast just as fast. Does it make any sense? No. Flitters are the same. They don't need much to do a whole lot. To make things even better, most every flitter around forages throughout the day. Scraps here, treats there, the random bug on the wall ... it all goes down the hatch. It's not very often that a flitter has to have an actual meal, and not much of one at that." he explained.

He listened with rapt attention as she described her lessons and nodded with approval when she said she was trying to strengthen her weak points. "It'll get easier with practice. Everything does." he agreed. But beyond that he was quite glad to hear that U'ski was doing well in the Mastership. He liked to keep close tabs on his Masters, mostly because it was so easy for the fellows to get burned out. Between teaching, herding the youngsters around, and yet still maintaining their own dragon and drills, all while trying to have a life of their own? It was tough. Very tough. Which was part of why he only had them drill with the wing every other time the wing drilled.

"You won't learn anything if you don't ask questions about what you don't know. There are no stupid questions. Only stupid answers, and the stupidity of not asking." Of course some people didn't answer questions properly, making people feel as belittled as possibly by the greater-than-thou method of answering something that someone else didn't know. But A'lez didn't stand by that, and certainly wouldn't assign one of those ego complexes to Mastership. At least not for long if it did happen. It wasn't what the youngsters needed by a long shot.

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Eira listened to him intently. Yes, he was right that Flitters were a lot like dragons. They had plenty of similar characteristics. He also had a point how it all did not make any sense with the eating habits either. It was amazing how different creatures ticked if someone were to ask her. “And of course, like you mentioned, if not careful a poor flit would stuff themselves so full they bust a seam..”She glanced at A'lez's little blue flitter for a moment and a small smile cracked on her lips. The creature looked so round thanks to the meat roll he had ate moments before.

Moving onto the lessons she nodded in agreement about thing's becoming easier with practice. That was very much true. “That they do. My hands used to shake when I was younger. I couldn't hold a needle still to save my life. With many in my family being healers, it was something almost unnatural. I took up sewing to help learn to become steadier. That helped and now I can stitch wounds quickly and neatly. When you have someone gushing all over the place it certainly is useful being able to do that. Funny how something completely different from one thing helps another.” She broke off a small bit of her meat roll and slipped it into her mouth.

As he mentioned the questions she nodded in agreement as she ate and listened to him speak. Swallowing her food, she soon spoke. “That is true, it is same from mistakes too. You learn from them. My father told me when I was an apprentice healer that the only mistakes there were, was not learning from them.” She mentioned with a small smile. “Thankfully, any questions I felt I needed to ask U'ski, he is very good at answering them. I feel like he does but I can not speak for everyone. Different people learn things at different rates and differently. They may not understand how things are worded one way, but do when it's worded another.”

Joris had finished his milk, and the feline stretched lazily out before jumping onto Eira's shoulder. It wasn't long before she had a scarf made up of the feline. Raising a brow at the creature she reached up and lightly scratched behind his ear. “Honestly I'm rather thankful Joris here and Siath get along well...” She commented off hand. If they didn't, she would had to make sure the little feline went to a good home.

{Horrible post! Sorry it taken me so long to post and I do hope it works for you <3}

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Tig continued to eye the feline for a long moment before finally stretching out across the top of A'lez's broad shoulder, tail trailing languidly down the Bronzer's chest on the other side of his neck. Resting his head upon his front feet, he continued to eye the feline suspiciously. The cat was up to something, he just knew it. But he couldn't figure out what, how, or why. Or when, for that matter, so he stayed ready to act at a moment's notice. Of course, he was aware that he wasn't as sharp as some flitters were - he was after all only a blue. But it didn't stop him from trying to be just as intellectual as some of the other flitters. Even if sometimes one and one didn't always come out to two. Sometimes it came out to seven, and then things really got confusing!

When Joris took up his own post across his pet's shoulders, Tig's head came back up and his upper lip wrinkled just a bit to expose the points of his longer teeth. Ah hah! A move had been made ... but to what end? Trying to convince him that he wasn't going to do anything? Ha! Tig was smarter than that ... the whole sprawl out and be disinterested ploy wasn't going to work on him, no sir. He'd seen that done just the other day and a flitter had stolen his trundle bug!! His trundlebug!! Okay, it was only a trundle bug's wing, but what did it matter? It was still stolen and it had been his!!

Nevermind in about another ten hours it would pass from his memory entirely as having been too far back in the past for his short memory to recall.

"It's not just wording. Some learn from watching, others from doing, others from more literary means." A'lez agreed. "This is part of why we try to have all students of any class learn from several sources, not just the Masters. Days spent with full riders, or other people of the Weyr can greatly enhance the learning experience and get people up to operable speed a lot faster ... all with a lot less stress." He explained, glad to know that this particular weyrling seemed to be a rather sharp one.

She understood what it was to learn, and that failure wasn't a failure until it was ignored as a fluke. After all the definition of insanity was to do the same thing over and over while expecting different results. It was ludicrous, but some people seemed to be convinced that was the ideal way to operate. It was no wonder they hardly ever got anywhere in anything they did.

"I see you are now both a healer and a weyrling, soon to be a Rider. What are your intentions? Are you going to go into Riding as the all-encompassing job that it is, or are you going to try to split your attentions between it, your dragon, and the Infirmary? There are a few Riders that do pull off being Healers, but they never advance in their studies of it. There isn't time, I hope you are aware." A'lez pointed out, all while still expecting an honest answer from her on her take of her future in the Weyr.

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Joris was simply doing what a feline did, that was enjoying his shoulders comfort. Yes, technically they were his human's shoulders but they were his to enjoy acting like a shawl on. Eira didn't mind it either as long as her cat's claws did not dig into them. Thankfully he didn't and he also really wasn't trying to do anything with the darn flying lizard. Eira was lightly scratching behind his ear and his deep purr was certainly showing his satisfaction. What feline didn't enjoy that?

Eira meanwhile was lightly pecking at her meal as she listened intently to his word. A'lez had a point. Different people learned differently and she worked best by a combination of all three. ”I do agree with that. I learn from all three ways really, find it easier to get a full grasp on the whole concept that I'm trying to learn. It probably helps I am used to learning in such a manner as well. I mean, you wouldn't want a healer trying to stitch a wound if they never seen it properly done before. That, from horror stories my grandmother shared with me, is disastrous.” Eira mentioned with a small shudder of her shoulders that caused Joris to glance at her before closing his round eyes and going back to being lazy on her shoulders.

Of course, she understood what it was to learn. Failure was also not an option in her book when lives were at stake. She thrived to do her best simply because Eira, was a creature of habit. Besides that, her understanding was that even if she loved healing, she would be making sure lives weren't lost by being a good rider too. If she managed to accomplish being both a good rider and a good healer, it would be something she would feel proud of. Healing was her first love, and it was a natural talent for her. Just because it was like that, she was not going to let Siath's health and well being go on the wayside either. Her green was very much loved, even if Eira herself didn't flaunt it about every moment.

”I, am going to try my hardest to split my attentions between Siath and the Infirmary. I know that the few Riders who do pull off being Healers never advance in their studies but, I really don't care about gaining my grandmother's title as a headhealer some day. I want to help people, I know how to heal, and I am very capable at what I do. I was a healer before I was impressed so I know the time that goes into advancement in studies. I also know Siath does require plenty of care herself. But, I will have you know she hasn't lacked it and I take my lessons seriously. Just like I taken my apprenticeship as a Healer seriously.” Eira explained to him gently before polishing off one of those meat rolls, swallowing she smiled at the weyrleader.

”If I can't do both, I will give it my all to be a good Rider. Though, if I can do both I'll give it my all too. I have been brushing up on some dragon healing too actually. So I know what I could do to help Siath if she's ever injured, only slightly though. I have full confidence in myself when it comes to healing humans but dragons? I will leave the real healing to a dragon healer. I do respect what they and all the other riders do, even if thread has yet to fall here.”

{Blah post, hope it works for you Dx}

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A'lez nodded slightly a few times as she spoke, listening to what her plans were for her own future. It was something important that needed to be both aired and cleared ... and also something he was quite interested in. He had plans of his own, somewhat similar to that of the things that Raelwyn had cooked up before she had left to lead Haven.

"Once you are out of Weyrling training, I encourage you to look into dragon healing. Be aware that between dragon care, drills, threadfall, and your studies to that end, you will be running rather short on sleep. Don't rush it, take it as slow as you need to. If you compromise your rest cycle too much, you and your dragon may never return from Between one time." A'lez warned. "However, on that note, I also have to inform you that should your dragon become injured or sick for any reason, you won't be the one taking care of her. You will be feeling everything she feels, both from her ailment and what is done to her. It is almost impossible for a healer to stick a needle into his own dragon for that reason. It takes a special sort of mind to be able to pull that off. When your dragon comes in need of a healer, your job is to keep your dragon calm and comforted while someone else does what needs done. It's a lot like trying to suture your own artery together." He told her, trying to use an analogy she would understand. It would be simply too much, to be in that kind of pain, and trying to fix it by causing more pain. Even with numbweed around, it was a very difficult thing. Not to mention the stress.

"Beyond that, I am glad to hear that you are interested in continuing in the Healer craft, on top of your Rider duties. I haven't worked all the kinks out of the idea yet, but I am considering forming a special wing for special circumstances. Given everything that has been happening both at home and abroad. If I ever do manage to bring a Triage wing into existence, I will need Healer-Riders to populate it." A'lez told her. "Truth be told, we don't have very many of those."

Truth be told, he might not have the ability to do such a thing here very soon. It was something of a fluke that he'd been Weyrleader this long. Soon enough a Gold would rise, and chances were pretty high that someone else would take over and he'd never bring his idea to fruition. If D'seus took over, he might be able to talk the other Wingleader around to the idea. In any event, A'lez hoped that none of the younger Bronzeriders won the leadership - they were all entirely too young and wet behind the ears to be able to handle the job without any major disasters. Especially when major disasters had an interesting habit of knocking on their door regularly.

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Eira listened to him intently. It wasn't every day someone could just have a talk with a Weyrleader and she was taking this as a learning experience. Besides that, she was very much interested in what he had to say herself.

Nodding, Eira did not want to chance never returning from Between. “I understand that, I try to get at least six candlemarks a night, some nights are harder to get more naturally.” That small amount of sleep was really the least she needed, as long as she went with more the next day. Though, when she mentioned some nights were harder than others she meant it as a general lack of tiredness. Be it from nerves or something else. When the attack happened, that did lead up to several restless nights, even if waves of tiredness hit her from Siath. Those days, it just did not come easy. “With dragon healing, I read some about it here and there. Just so I could better understand some of the more, unfamiliar things at least.” Eira explained to him softly before he continued on. A slight frown touch her lips but she nodded. She honestly had forgotten that, mainly because Siath let it known to her when she was hungry before she could really feel the hungry pains. Her green was very good at letting her know more through their mental connection than Eira actually having to feel it.

The day of the attack was one of the few times her and Siath had honestly shared their emotions more fully. Her dragons fear had magnified her own that day. “Well then, I will try to keep as calm as possible. Explain to her possibly what is going on to help calm her down. I know it helped me when I was scared of being healed for the typical childhood ailments at least. Maybe it will help her too?” The analogy was helpful in a way, suturing one's own artery was impossible.

A faint smile flickered across her face as he told her he was glad to hear she was interested in continuing her craft on top of her Rider duties. She loved the craft, Siath seemed to understand that and knew she liked to help others. The day of the hating when the girls were maimed, she had pulled them out of the way of the young gold to keep them from getting harmed even more. She would never forget how her green gently nudged her and said those words 'How kind you are, my Eira. Let the Healers help them. You must feed me now.' Siath certainly knew how her Eira was, it was something she was not going to change about herself either. Her green knew, and simply understood. She could have impressed someone else if she had not found her suitable.

Her face almost lit up at the mention of forming a special wing and how they did not have many Healer-Riders to populate it. “Maybe, you should bring up your thoughts to the other Bronze riders?” Eira suggested gently. “If you feel like it would be beneficial maybe they would too?” She asked him. “If there are so few though..Maybe it would also be a good idea to make sure there were Healer-Riders part of each wing? That way they could be spread out to help their particular wing?” It was another suggestion really, his time may be starting to run out as the Weyrleader, but, she was happy to make small little suggestions if he wanted to hear them. Besides that, she didn't know exactly which wing the few Healer-Riders were on. Not yet at the very least.

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"Six candlemarks." A'lez repeated, a faint trace of disapproval clear in his tone. "That might be enough to keep you going physically, but it's not enough to keep your mind as sharp as it needs to be." he pointed out. "If you are going to study, you need your mind in top condition as well. Keep that in mind." he instructed, never actually telling her to change what she was currently doing.

"Explaining what is going on may well help a dragon stay calm, yes. I really don't know about these things, I am a wingleader, not a healer. I never was a healer in any sense of the word, so that is a ball that is probably well within your court and far out of my own." A'lez answered with a slight nod.

"A Triage win is more of a war time thing than an in general thing. The Rider-Healers we do have are in the thread wings, yes. As they should be. Not only to help with Threadfighting, and sweeps, but also to be immediately on hand should they be needed in the event of an emergency. But in war time, there is a whole other picture being painted. Dragons cannot participate in these battles we keep having, it is not something they can fathom. However, where most of us have been duel and defense trained, and we can keep the hordes at bay, there are instances where wounded need to be transported and tended to in very short order. For this reason I am considering forming a Triage wing. A small wing of Healers that can get from point a to point b in a very short time frame. Move wounded out of harms way if necessary, and tend to those who need it. Unimpressed healers cannot do that - they are on their own feet only. Dragon mounted healers would have a faster response time and a greater mobility. Do you see what I am getting at? I also don't mean just here at the Weyr. They could snap to where trouble is at any Hold that is needing the assistance, as well." He explained. "And yes - I should and shall bring the idea to the other wingleaders and such. It is the normal process of things. But first I must work all the kinks out of the beast before I try to show it off."