I'm gonna kill 'im...(OPEN)

[ladyhawke]

Aywen was busy in a corner crushing plants when someone walked in on her, so softly and stealthily that he didn’t even alert the Healer to his presence. The girl’s bottom lip was captured between her small white teeth in concentration, her brow slightly wrinkled as sweet and bitter aromas were released from the plant. Aqua eyes were darkened with seriousness as she added small leaves and flowers here and there to make just the right mixture. Now all she had to do was set it to boil over a fire and….

“EEEEEKK!!”

The Healer shrieked loudly as large, rough fingers grabbed at her ribs, her small hands slapping at the scarred and brown ones in fright. Suddenly, the offending limbs were gone, and the girl whirled around, prepared for anything. She was met with a grinning face, one that she knew all too well. “F’lor!! You wherry!!!! You nearly scared me to death, you two-mooned Thread-lover! Shards!” The strawberry-haired girl snapped, holding a delicate hand to her chest as her heart finally began to slow. His grin only became more smug, which only made her more irritated.

“Sorry, honey, you just look so cute when your concentrating, I can’t help myself.” The brown rider said jovially, his tone not even apologetic in the slightest. He was pleased when a pretty pink blush colored her cheeks, but his pleasure was soon replaced by alarm when those gorgeous eyes found what lay on the ground between their feet.

“MY PLANTS!!!! Fall and flame, F’lor, look what you’ve done!!!” Anger put a hot flush on the young woman’s cheeks, and her eyes now flashed dangerously at the Wingsecond. Right at her feet, perfectly between them, lay the bowl she had been crushing plants in, it’s contents littered about the stone floor from where she had dropped it when the man surprised her. Stepping back, the rider held up his hands as if to ward the livid Healer off, but it didn’t keep her from advancing. “All that work for nothing, and it’s all your fault, you scruffy dimglow!” She snapped.

“Hey!” F’lor said stoutly, now standing his ground and staring her squarely in the eye. “I’m not scruffy!”

That set her off.

“Your impossible!!” The Healer shrieked, batting at his arms with her small fists as he raised his hands in a futile attempt to protect himself. “It’ll take me another candlemark to get that mixture just right!!” Aywen swatted at the offending brown rider a fair few times, then finally backed off, breathing heavily from fury and exertion. Gaining control of her reeling emotions, the girl drew back to give him one more slap for good measure when she caught sight of bloody bandage around the dark-haired man’s arm. Swiftly, alarm replaced her ire and she rushed forward, looking at the cloth worriedly. “Oh, F’lor, what is this? When did this happen?” She asked, untying it and gently peeling away the white material to reveal a nasty cut with blood caked all around it’s edges. A sharp intake of air revealed her surprise and concern. “Faranth! What did you do?”

The brown rider began to think all her anger was actually worth it, when he could see her concern for him override it. He smirked. “It’s nothing bad, Wyn, it’s just bleeding a lot because, well….” He was loathe to reveal the next part, and winced when he admitted, “I waited a few candlemarks before I came here—”

“You what?? For the love of all dragons, man, do you have no brain inside that huge skull of yours?” Aywen cried, her touch gentle despite the harshness of her voice and words. She grabbed a cloth and dipped it in warm water from the firepot, slowly easing off clumps of dry blood. She knew having a wound cleaned with that much crusted blood had to hurt, but the brown rider gave no indication except for the occasional flinch. She smiled, but didn’t let up on her rant. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for me and the other Healers, you riders would be too flaming stubborn to even set a broken arm. You’d think you were so tough it would just grow back.” She snapped, enjoying the reprimanded look upon the tall man’s face. “I swear, your ego astounds me at times. As does your stupidity. Did you even think to clean this thing before bandaging it??”

Between the Healer’s accusations and the rider’s defensive protests, neither noticed the new arrival grinning from the doorway….

[dragonmenta]

Zylaera checkled as she entered the room. This wasn't a healer she knew, but read the knots instead. "Looks like your working hard Journeywoman." The apprentice healer was a bit of romantic nevermind a flirt and was always amusedby playfully quarling couples. She flipped a stray strand of sandy red hair over her shoulder and raised a narrow eyerow.

"I'm afraid I didn't get the message...do we know pummle our patients instead of heal them?" she aksed, with obvious humor in her voice. She took a long, cornflower colored cloth from her pocket and tied up her long, silky locks.

"I'm Zylaera by the way, apprentice healer, Journeywoman Zyana's daughter." She paused, wanting to check if their was recognition in the other woman's eyes. Her mother was in the infirmary alot, and it was quite possible she would be known. "I was supposed to come up here for some extra practice after my chores were done," She offered as explanation, "My mother is set on be becoming a Journewoman before my 20th turn."

The Weyrbrat rolled her eyes. She liked healing...but not that much. She glanced at browned man, specifically his hand. It looked a little nasty, as if he had put off even washing for quite a while after injuring. "Shards! What did you fo to your hand?" Zylaera was tactful as usual. "Anything i can help with?" She added, on a gentler, more healer-compassionate note.

[ladyhawke]

“Looks like you’re working hard, Joureywoman.”

Aywen jerked back from her patient as she heard the other woman’s voice, a blush spreading across her face brightly at her accusations. Smiling weakly, the Healer once more took hold of the smirking rider’s arm and inspected the wound she had just finished cleaning. Chuckling, she winked at the other girl. “Not usually, but in the case of stubborn, dimglowed riders who think they are invincible, it’s part of the complete package. It’s the only way to get some sense into their thick skulls.” She teased lightly, earning a scowl from the man before her.

“Aye, see Wyn? Even the lovely lady thinks you are treating me too harshly.” F’lor remarked slyly, merely smirking as the Healer wrinkled her nose at him and narrowed her eyes. Jealousy was an ugly thing. Wincing lightly as she raked the rough cloth over the wound one last time, the brown rider slipped her a grateful smile when she wasn’t looking.

A spark of interest ignited in the strawberry-haired girl’s eyes, and she turned her aqua regard on the Apprentice. “Zyana? She’s a good Healer, that one. She’s taught me quite a few tricks I didn’t know.” Bending down to a lower shelf to grab a few cuts of clean cloth for the bandage, Aywen grinned at Zylaera’s words. “Mothers often want their daughters to follow the dreams they set for them.” Frowning lightly at the cut, her aquamarine eyes lost their focus as she called for her two fire-lizards. Suddenly, a burst of cold air signaled the arrival of the tiny dragons, and the gold and green settled excitedly on the table before their master. “Charm, Lux, I need you two to go and fetch me a few plants from the storage room. Don’t get distracted either.” With much chittering, the pair disappeared, off to do her bidding. The girl had taken great pains to train her flits to be so well-behaved, and now took great pride in their manners. It had been difficult, but worth it.

Aywen laughed outright at the exasperated look on the brown rider’s face upon hearing Zylaera’s words. “Who knows what this ash-head did?” She asked teasingly, earning her yet another scowl.

“If you would be so kind, good Healers, as to let me explain, I would let you know it was not any of my doing. I happened to be helping the bloody beastcrafter unload a few Burach stallions sent by Inbur’s ships when one of the charred creatures sent me sprawling. Faranth, I can ride a sharding flaming dragon, but I can’t control one of those forsaken beasts.” Bitterness crept into the Wingsecond’s voice, almost as if he didn’t want to admit that to the two ladies. Looking away as tenderness smoothed Aywen’s features, the brown rider thanked every name he could thank of for his dark complexion.

The Healer sighed and shook her head as Lux and Charm returned with the flowers and leaves she requested. Nodding to the other girl, Aywen smiled gratefully. “I think I have the bad boy here covered, but if you would like to help, there is a mess over there on the floor that needs cleaning. I would really appreciate that.” Shooting a dirty look at the offending rider who in turned threw up hands defensively, the strawberry-haired girl went to crushing the plants to create the paste she would pack into the cut.

[dragonmenta]

((Sorysorrysorry times infinite. Garr...i was so busy and i forgot about this. sorry again!))

Zylaera smiled knowingly, "Well that is true. I had a little escapade wit ha couple thickheaded ridermen myself a few days back. I wonder what it take for them to learn they aren't invincible." The Apprentice liked Aywen. She seemed the sort of person who is hard to dislike.

Zylaera turned on the rider her eyes sparkling, "Well don' get ahead of yourself their. Perhaps she had good reason to pound your bloody skull. I have several brothers myself and sometimes a good bashing is what they need," she said in good humor. She loved to tease.

Zylaera adopted the sme expression she always did when her mother was mentioned; polite interest. "Yes...she certainly is quite good. She can be a bit of a tough master though on me. I DETEST all the theory i have to do. I much prefer actually working on patients then cataloging herbs and such."

Suri, ever constant on Zylaera's shoulder, squaked in suprise as the two flits appeared. She looked warily at the green and meek towarsd the Gold. She certainly knew her place. "Shush Sudi. You don't want to disturb all the aptients do you?" She clucked at the green dragonling ,"She can be rather silyl at times," She adressed her fellow healer.

Zylaera had infact been waiting excpectantly for the stalions to arrive. Her father, one of the beastmen at the Weyr who worked in the stables often had her help him test out the runners. She was a naturally taleneted rider and was mcu hmr eoimportant to her than healing. "You can't control a runner after riding a dragon?' She laughed with exageration ,"I coul ride one wit ha blindfold on." she said seriosuly but her eyes twinkled wit hgood humor. "My father works in the stables," She offered as eplanation.

Zylaera began to mop up the mess, not really minding the task, being a weyrbrat she had plenty of practice with chores. "Don't mind if i do," She smiled at the other women. Stsarting up a lively chat as she worked, "So how long have you been healing? I started kind of late so i've only been doing it for a couple of turns. Its ok though..." She rambled on. There was not muched she liked more than just prattling along.