Healers Unite! (Open to healers)

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Chandra walked through the halls of the Weyr, making her way to the infirmary. On each shoulder rode a flit, brown Sarkhan on her right while her new tan Sorin perched on her left and chattered into her ear. In her hand she carried a rather large and heavy bag full of different items that she might need as a healer of dragons. For now the infirmary was the best place to keep her things, no one in a Weyr would take items from a healer, either to steal or to move around as a prank.

Once the large woman found the infirmary she stopped outside of it. She had yet to meet any other heals of the Weyr yet and wasn’t sure how they ran things here. Would they get upset if she tried to claim a small section of space for herself? What if they were the messy kind of healer, the ones that kept all their tools in places that made no sense to anyone else? Sarkhan let out a little trill and nipped at Chandra’s ear as he picked up on her feelings. The healer knew what her fire lizard was trying to tell her, there was no point in worrying about things that she couldn’t control. Healers of all types normally had some kind of bond with each other, it came with being able to help and care for the things they loved. And if they Weyr had gone for a while without a true dragonhealer then they would probably be pretty thankful that she was here now.

Chandra entered the infirmary, looking around for one of the healers as she laid her bag down on a more or less empty table.
“Anybody here right now? It’s not an emergency or anything.”

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Bored, bored, bored. As much as she liked not having a lot of work, and as good as it was that people at the Weyr weren't getting hurt or sick, Tirasha disliked slow days. She still had to sit in the boring infirmary doing absolutely nothing and feeling absolutely nothing but boredom.

So boring.

Tianthe, busily rearranging her flower vase (Tirasha had finally gotten the flitter down to one), was doing nothing to help. It had been cute at first, a fire-lizard who liked flowers. Well, not so much to Tirasha, who was just bugged, but other people liked it. Now it was just another dull, habitual thing, not to mention a habit that reflected in an embarrassing manner upon Tirasha. She couldn't stop the fire-lizard though, and neither could Willow, who was simply always boring.

She liked the Bronze, but he never did anything worth mentioning.

A giant of a woman entering the infirmary with a big bag was a welcome break to the monotony, even if Tirasha wasn't particularly fond of particularly large people, especially women. It was almost as embarrassing as Tianthe's flower habits, always having to look up at people to talk to them or... do anything for them.

Still, it was better than nothing. She got up and headed over. "I am. Is something wrong?"

Did she, perhaps, want her legs cut off from the knees down so she could fit in better with the rest of her kind? Tirasha could oblige.

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Chandra turned to the side a little and blinked a few times as she finally noticed Tirasha. The woman was so small and skinny! Chandra figured she could have held three Tirasha with just how bony the girl was. Poor girl, the infirmary must normally be such a busy place.
"No nothing wrong. I'm the new dragonhealer, thought it would be a good idea to meet the other healers here and find a place for my things." She gave her bag a pat, and the soft clink of metal could be heard from it.
"I don't have a lot of things really, they're just big things."

Sorin and Sarkhan peered over at the other two fire lizards, the brown carefully and some what gracefully climbing down Chandra's arm onto the the table before he flapped his wings like a dying duck. Sarkhan flew in a zig-zag sort of pattern, having to constantly adjust to make up for the wing that didn't work quite right. Sorin tried to take off straight from Chandra's shoulder, smacking one dark wing against the back of her head and snapping at her as if it had been her fault. The tan's flying was not much better though his clumsiness was due to being young still. The pair of flits landed near the flower vase and started chittering to the other fire lizards.

Chandra kept an eye on her pair. She trusted Sarkhan to behave himself but Sorin was still need and demanding. She made an effort to smooth out the back of her short hair, before giving her attention back to Tirasha.
"I apologize now if Sorin starts to be a pain in the ass. At least he doesn't chew things so your things should be safe."

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"We... have supplies already," Tirasha said with a frown. Probably better supplies than what a person would bring from home in an old bag. "Technically, your own stuff should be kept in your room. You have gotten one, right?"

Because, of course, healers didn't live in the infirmary. Their chambers were little more than closets, but they could fit the minimal supplies weyrfolk generally had. That, as well as a bed suited for two... something also kept well track of at the Weyr. Perhaps not in this woman's case though.

"Either that or if they're tools, you can add them to the rest. We've got specific shelves and drawers for various tools; keep them with the same." A messy infirmary was bad news. "And what was your name?" Of course Tirasha hadn't been notified of newcomers.

Tianthe chirped with surprise when the Brown started flopping about... through the air. Willow even raised his head from Tirasha's shoulder to give the creature a pathetic look. Tirasha's expression was similar to her Bronze's. "Your flitter looks like he could use a looking at."

A bit embarrassing for an actual dragonhealer to have a bad fire-lizard.

Tirasha was good with fire-lizards though- she had to be, with Tianthe as a pet. The little Green still had a scar on her wing from a sharding wher bite. Just where she had gotten it, Tirasha still didn't know.

"Does the other one chew things?" Tirasha looked uncertainly at the Brown. Why even point that out unless the other one did? Most flitters didn't chew.

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Chandra blinked a few times and looked at her bag before shaking her head.
“My stuff isn’t bottles of numbweed or things like that. They’re tools. Ones that are still going through a trail run. The master I studied under found plans for a few different tools and was able to talk a smith into making some of them. Nyocia’s gets to be the lucky ones to have them tried out on them. If they work properly though they should make things a little easier, especially for the newer healers.” She unpacked a few of her things; a scalpel-like blade that was bigger then what would be used on humans and clearly wasn’t made out of the typical metal that most blades were, a large needle for stitching up a dragon’s hide, other over sized tools that looked mostly like the ones used on humans.

“My name is Chandra and Sarkhan is fine. He flies a little gimpy but he can still fly at least. He’s been like that since his hatching, one of his wings just didn’t form right, mid bone didn’t grow long enough. I felt bad for him and didn’t want to see him cannibalized by the other hatchlings so I took him in.” Chandra spoke in a monotoned and slightly slow voice. She was use to having to explain about her brown and it showed. He was an odd fire lizard, one that never would have survived in the wild and she figured his defect due to the same family of wild flits inbreeding. But she was proud of her brown, he was able to hunt even with his funny flying, it wasn’t very graceful but at least he would live if he decided to return to the wild.

She finished putting things away and glanced over at the brown at tan shaking her head.
“No, Sarkhan is good, one of the best behaved fire lizards I’ve seen. Sorin is just likes to make sure he gets attention, he hatched from his egg spoiled and demanding. My sister’s green will chew things at times when she feels she doesn’t get enough food, Glissa would be a fat and immobile lizard if she could be. My green sometimes tries to join in as a sort of ‘flitter see, flitter do’ thing. She just thinks its funny though.” She shrugged a bit, green fire lizards had never been known as the smartest things. Jorga was fine when she was by herself but as soon as she was around trouble making flits she mimicked them like a five year old, it was just one of the fire lizards personality quirks.

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"Well, I wouldn't expect you to bring numweed," Tirasha said, rolling her eyes. They had plenty of that. "Tools are stored with the same. Trust me, we have a lot. This is a Weyr, anyways. I doubt you have anything we haven't seen before. Where else would the tools be tried out?"

Dragonhealers were trained among dragons, anyways. That this woman had never been to the Weyr before was definitely odd. Nyocia didn't send dragon's on errands to the Healer Hall to act as play things for learning Healers, people were expected to learn first hand. Tirasha was probably better than this giant.

Well, there were the rogues. But when one of them needed healing, he had come to Nyocia.

Tirasha eyed the tools as the other Healer unpacked them. Um... no. Nothing new there. Big tools, whoop-de-doo. Dragons were big.

Tianthe snorted at the Brown, hardly interested in a fire-lizard that had been born with a bad wing. Apparently she had some taste. Tirasha shrugged. "Flitters don't cannibalize, he would have been eaten by tunnelsnakes or a big fish." But if Chandra wanted to take in something meant to be dead, it was her problem. So long as Sarkhan didn't get in the way of others with his clumsy flying, Tirasha would ignore him.

She would probably ignore the rest of Chandra's fire-lizards as well. Willow had no interest in a Green, and Tans had little interest in Tianthe. The Brown had already been voted a no. He probably couldn't even chase in Flights. The story of all their behaviors was unnecessary. "You have a sister?"

Hopefully not another Healer; Tirasha didn't want two behemoths stumbling around her infirmary.

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“I don’t know, do you have hinges that stop a dragon from biting down? I left those in my room for now, mostly because I didn’t want to carry them down with other things. Pieces of metal the size of my arm are heavy enough by themselves. I also have hmm clamps is the best way to describe it but people tend to get the wrong sort of image in their mind, a tool that goes at the corner of their eye to keep all the lids open. Mostly just for injuries so I hope I won’t have to use it. I also have ceramic blades but those are far too fragile.”

Chandra glanced over at Tirasha, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“You have two firelizards, you know how hungry they are when they first hatch. What do you think happens in the wild? A gold fire lizard may have brought some food for them but not a green. And they’re going to eat something. If he had managed to survive his hatching he would have been eaten by something else of course. But you’re a healer, would you let a new born baby die just because it didn’t start breathing right away upon birth? Or maybe it has some sort of physical ailment? I wasn’t suppose to take him, I was just suppose to watch the hatching and take note of it.” She glanced over at the brown, sure he wasn’t perfect on the outside but he was smarter then most brown fire lizards and had a good personality as well, perfect on the inside to Chandra.

“I have a twin sister. She’ll be a candidate at the next hatching. I came to the weyr because of her. It’s nice actually being able to see her daily instead of a few times a turn. Hopefully she’ll Impress here, I’d rather not have to keep transferring to different Weyr’s.”

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They all sounded like odd tools, but Tirasha could at least see reasons for at least the mouth brace. Sometimes dragons did find themselves in need of dentists. But if she hadn't brought those in yet, they were less interesting. Hearing about something was far different from actually seeing it.

Hopefully she wouldn't be recruited to help move all of those.

Fire-lizards Tirasha knew far better. "Wild fire-lizards clutch by the ocean. Do you know why? It's so their young will go into the ocean and eat fish. Parents don't even bring food, they just lead the babies out to the ocean. They do not cannibalize." How many wild hatchings had she observed? Plenty. Not recently, she didn't leave Nyocia now, but when she had lived by the ocean... plenty. Luckily Tianthe and Willow had been the only ones to come out of that. "If a flitter doesn't fly, they leave it."

She glanced again at the odd Brown. "Of a wild animal we have plenty of, I don't see anything wrong with leaving it. Especially if its a Gold's clutch you're dealing with, she'll attack you, whether or not you're trying to help." Wild fire-lizards didn't understand people. Willow was constantly taking wild mates; Tirasha had plenty of experience with their nastiness. Wild animals weren't her charge. They had plenty of work dealing with domesticated ones and humans.

Hmm... twins. That was a frightening image. But as for how Chandra finished? Tirasha burst out laughing. "Faranth, where did you train? There aren't any other Weyrs. There's Nyocia. The old ones closed, no new ones have opened." Even Willow seemed to be getting a hoot out of that idea.

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“Not all clutches happen by the sea, there are fire lizards more inland as well. And what happens if a mother dies before her clutch is hatched. She dies or is eaten or something near the end some eggs still have the chance of hatching. It happens even if it isn’t the most common thing here. And Sarkhan came from a green’s clutch with a brown father so it’s not like she cared that much. I didn’t come away from it scratch free but nothing to bad. Anyways this gave me a chance to try and help it. And it gave me a fire lizard that didn’t have any odd personality quirks. A refreshing change for once.”

Chandra had always had more sympathy for animals then people anyways. Animals were easy to deal with, they didn’t lie or try to hide things like people did. They didn’t always show their wounds but if you watched them you could tell. And you could always expect them to get mean when they were hurt. People were all different though, some were more gracious when they were hurt, some got even more vicious and mean. Each person would react different with no general pattern to follow.

She let Tirasha finish laughing before she commented.
“You mean you’ve never had riders just leave? Or go missing? Every rider that has ever Impressed has stayed here and died here? Of course there are no Weyr’s as big as Nyocia but there are enough rumors out there of other ones. Some group of riders that’s gone rogue, or another clutch of eggs that was found, even greens that might actually be fertile. Most of them are probably lies but there are enough of them out there that one of them might be true. And I’ve seen a rider or two that I haven’t seen here. Maybe I just haven’t seen them yet, maybe they died, or maybe they were just one of those riders who left and never came back. I never asked and they never told. But there are just too many of those rumors that one of them can’t be true. Maybe it’s just rogue riders with no clutching dragon but…” She shrugged. There had always been whispers of such things going around and while many of the rumors had died rather quickly a few had stayed around and made Chandra wonder. She found it hard to believe that no rider had ever left the Weyr for good so who was to say what had happened to them and what they may or may not have done.

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Tirasha shook her head. "If there were any hatchings not by the sea, it would come from some confused domestic Greens, which would also explain bad hatchlings. Wild fire-lizards eat fish. It's what they're designed for. They're ocean animals." Not completely aquatic, but they depended on aquatic animals to survive. And maybe she could argue that some clutched by freshwater lakes, but that would be a lie. It didn't happen. Just look a the Weyr lake. Flitters loved Nyocia and all its dragons, but never once had a wild fire-lizard buried its eggs on the shore of the lake.

"So you're saying that a fire-lizard with physical problems is better than one with a personality? Thank Faranth you're not a breeder." That wouldn't go over well in any society. "And it's not like you have to not be able to fly to not have odd quirks. Willow's perfectly fine." But he was utterly average.

"The only other group of dragonriders is the Rogues, and we know about them. There are definitely a few running wild here and there, but no queens. If there was a queen out and about, we would know about it. The Bronzes know when a queen is Rising. And Greens do not clutch. That's about the daftest thing I've ever heard. Even the Barreds don't clutch. No one but Nyocia has a clutching dragon, and you're not a Weyr without a queen."

"There have been rumors of Nyocia splitting, but obviously it hasn't yet." It would do well to split. They could easily fit more dragons, but splitting the workload would be good. It would take a lot of work though, and four queens really wasn't strange for a Weyr during Threadfall.

This woman was huge, but she was dumb. Tirasha wouldn't have to worry about her, except maybe for all the silly things Chandra believed.