Dragonhealer of Pern
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				Title: <strong>Dragonhealer of Pern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elunari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 21:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le2hpu29011qdy4tlo1_500.jpg)</div></div><br>Mortar, pestle, brazier. Check, check, check. The wall of herbs was next on the list to check and the longest to complete.&nbsp; So many jars, but it was a testament to the Healer's knowledge and experience.&nbsp; Luckily each jar was carefully labeled in clear writing.&nbsp; The last thing any apprentice wanted was to pick the wrong jar because they couldn't read a label.&nbsp; And for Kita, she was lucky to be able to read at all.&nbsp; An accident as a child had stricken her blind for weeks and all feared she would never regain her sight.&nbsp; But Craftmaster Ilsa had managed to heal the wounds and restore her eyesight.&nbsp; And that day had marked the beginning of a new life.<br><br>Kita had enrolled in Healer Hall, much to her mother's dismay.&nbsp; She'd been expected to become a weaver like her mother or a baker like her father.&nbsp; Neither profession had held much interest for her.&nbsp; But healing she loved.&nbsp; She loved being able to make people feel better, to cure an ailing child, to bring comfort to those in pain.&nbsp; She carefully marked down the quantities for each herb, making special notations on what needed replenishing before the week was out.&nbsp; There were at least two she was going to have to gather by day's end.&nbsp; Being the only Journeywoman under Ilsa, it was Kita's job to make sure there was enough at all times and assist Ilsa.&nbsp; There was already rumor that Ilsa was ready to step down and make Kita the new Craftmaster.&nbsp; After nearly two decades of study, Kita certainly hoped she was worthy of such an honor.&nbsp; There was still much to learn, but she was at a point in her studies that she would have to return to the Healer Hall itself to continue.<br><br>She had only stayed at Healer Hall until she made Journeywoman.&nbsp; Then she had come home to Ruatha Hold.&nbsp; Her family resided in a cothold, but her duty as Ilsa's apprentice had required her living in the main Hold.&nbsp; Not that she complained.&nbsp; She visited frequently, but was also glad her family wasn't constantly hovering over her.&nbsp; Especially since her last visit her mother had tried to bring up the subject of marriage.&nbsp; She wasn't looking to settle down and certainly not with anyone from around home.&nbsp; Healing was her life and few could understand that.<br><br>Kita double checked the storeroom before locking up.&nbsp; An unlocked storeroom was trouble in many ways.&nbsp; The key was tethered to a necklace which she looped back over her head and tucked beneath her collar. A hidden key was a safe key.&nbsp; She had just enough time left to clean up from her earlier foray weeding the gardens before starting the rounds with Ilsa.&nbsp; <br><br>Kita was not comely but she was no raving beauty either.&nbsp; Her mother and Ilsa called her a “natural beauty”.&nbsp; With wavy dark red hair and smokey grey eyes, Kita was attractive enough to catch a man's eye and hold it.&nbsp; Particularly her eyes.&nbsp; She'd been told her eyes made her look older, more experienced.&nbsp; To Kita they were just eyes, but valuable ones.&nbsp; Braiding her hair away from her face, Kita checked her appearance one last time before leaving her room.&nbsp; She had the feeling today was going to be a very big day.<br><br>As expected, Kita found herself out in the gardens gathering herbs while Ilsa did the morning rounds alone.&nbsp; It was not uncommon and Kita liked the solace of the plants in the early morning when the air was still cool.&nbsp; One herb was not to be found in the garden though.&nbsp; All attempts to transplant it had failed, so it was instead sectioned off wherever it was found and cared for carefully.&nbsp; After stocking the near empty jars, she grabbed a basket from the storeroom, locked up and headed outside the Hold's walls.&nbsp; The open field between Hold and forest was large, deliberately so for the coming and going of dragons en mass.&nbsp; She hummed to herself as she trekked across it, finally smiling as the 'noise' in her head went silent.&nbsp; She'd never been sure why or when it started, but there always seemed to be a faint sort of buzzing or vibration in her head.&nbsp; Like trying to listen to a sound that was muffled or out of range.&nbsp; It was silly, but Ilsa told her it was nothing to worry about and that in time it would go away.&nbsp; Kita swore the old woman knew something but wasn't divulging the information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragonhealer of Pern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 22:29:39</strong>
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				R'zan watched as the rest of the searchers gathered in the dragon hold. There were only two others in his wing this time. T'for and D'ral were striding over to him with bored expressions. Their search hadn't yielded any promising candidates from the northern holds. S'ron, the current weyr leader at Fort, had already found two girls from Neerat alone. R'zan was beginning to get anxious. What if they Didn't manage to find anyone? S'ron wasn't a tyrant exactly, but life with him as weyr leader was tense at the best of times. Down right intolerable at others. D'ral and T'for agreed with him at least that the next weyr woman should not be a girl of S'ron's choosing. He would, undoubtedly manipulate her for his own ends. Golanth, R'zan's massive bronze mount let out a low %bowling chuckle.<br>*You worry needlessly. We will find her.*<br>Golanth was huge. Even for browse standard. On top of that, he had a way of knowing things from patterns in events. It wasn't clairvoyance exactly, but damn close. He was also very smug about it at times.<br>"You said that last time Golanth. I trust you, but when? The new queen will probably hatch within the next few days at most. We have no more time."<br>Golanth stared down at his rider with his multihued eyes, no more thoughts on the subject coming to R'zan. They had to go. D'ral was getting impatient and his brown dragon Rith was pacing restlessly. R'zan an sighed and swung himself into the riding harness. Without further delay, all the dragons in the wing took flight. A total of fifteen were involved in the search this time. S'ron had decided to lead his three to the southern weyrs and holds to see if he could find another one like Venka. The former weyr woman. She had died less than three months ago. Her dragon, Sorenth, was barely holding on for the eggs. Once they hatched, she would go between. Never to be seen again. R'zan had been saddened by Venka's death. She may not have been too bright, but she was kind and good. R'zan had no Korea time to think on it, however. With the image of Ruatha firmly in his mind and his eyes closed, his wing went between and emerged in the skies over the hold. They were completely unaware of the figure on the slopes below them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragonhealer of Pern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elunari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 22:47:44</strong>
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				Now Kita probably should have stuck to walking towards the edge of the clearing, but there hadn't been riders in days and the one or two that generally showed up didn't do it over the green.&nbsp; So when a wing of dragons appeared over the field, Kita gave a startled scream and ran for the closest edge.&nbsp; The buzzing in her head rose to a dull roar and only the fear of being trampled beneath dragons kept her from collapsing.&nbsp; But once she was out of danger she gave in and dropped to her rump with a groan.&nbsp; Beautiful, deadly creatures.&nbsp; She hadn't been this close to them in weeks.&nbsp; Not for lack of trying.&nbsp; She was branching in to an area of Healing no one had tried before and most considered her crazy for attempting.&nbsp; Dragons.&nbsp; Even dragons needed Healing, of that she was certain.&nbsp; And beyond the mere scrapes and cuts they sustained fighting Thread or each other.<br><br>Oh but thinking about it made her head ache worse.&nbsp; She wanted to watch the dragons, but for self-preservation had her closing her eyes and hands reaching up to massage her temples.&nbsp; Something told her the pain wasn't going to go away so easily this time.&nbsp; She listened to them land and move about.&nbsp; She vaguely heard the voices of the riders.&nbsp; It almost felt like listening from under water.&nbsp; With another groan she gave up and flopped to her back, tossing an arm over her eyes.&nbsp; Clearly she didn't care about being seen acting so... undignified.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragonhealer of Pern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 04:53:15</strong>
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				R'zan watched the landscape as Golanth glided down to the ground. He'd always liked Ruatha. The place had an untamed look about it what with the craggy wants and wild forest less than a mile from the hold itself. His shoulder length black hair was taken by the wind as Golanth landed, his claws digging deep furrows into the earth with his bulk. The others were close behind, but R'zan was already on the ground. Golanth had noticed someone as he'd circled and R'zan responded to the urgency of his dragon's thoughts. It had been a woman and from the fact that she had even registered in Golanth's thoughts, R'zan was eager to find her. She would probably be a good candidate. He strode towards a small door set into the cliffs when he noticed someone. It was a woman. A girl really and she was lying on the ground. She seemed to be in pain. R'zan hurried to her side, dropping to one knee in a graceful, lithe movement. His riding gear masked his slight, but hard build. r'zan wasn't exactly a big man, but his speed and skill with a. blade more than made up for it.<br>"Are you alright? What's wrong?"<br>His voicc was deep and his pale skin contrasted with his dark hair in the dim morning light. His pale blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Hope perhaps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragonhealer of Pern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elunari</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 05:42:59</strong>
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				Oh bother, she thought.&nbsp; One of the riders had spotted her.&nbsp; Now she was going to be responsible for holding them up on whatever business had brought them to Ruatha.&nbsp; She didn't move her arm, knowing the bright light was likely going to just hurt her eyes with her head pounding as it was.&nbsp; Silly of her not to keep the headache powders on her.<br><br>"I'll be alright in a bit," she replied in a voice just a bit above a whisper.&nbsp; Her voice was soft, but strong. Most would presume she was a harper from the lilt, though she refused to be dissuaded from her Healer's path.&nbsp; "Just an ache. It will pass. Don't let me keep you from your business."&nbsp; She hoped the pain would pass soon.&nbsp; This was one of the worst spells she'd had in years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragonhealer of Pern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 08:58:51</strong>
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				R'zan knelt down and dug in a pouch on his belt, bringing out some medicinal herbs he kept on himself for just these kinds of spells. He offered them to her, moving his other hand to shield her eyes from the sun some more.<br>"Here. I have head pains like these from time to time myself. Chew these. It'll help."<br>Golanth was buzzing around in his head. The dragon seemed terribly excited about something and it was rubbing off on R'zan. His frost colored eyes were alive with anticipation. He looked up in time to see the others waiting for him. He waved them on to the main hold. He wanted to spend a few more minutes with the girl. She could be a candidate and he wanted to make sure no stone was left unturned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragonhealer of Pern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elunari</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 21:47:00</strong>
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				Guess he was making it his business to help her and delay whatever had brought him to Ruatha.&nbsp; She really hoped she wasn't going to be receiving a lecture for detaining riders.&nbsp; At his words she lifted her arm from her eyes just enough to see what he was offering.&nbsp; Isis root.&nbsp; It was a good alternative to what she normally took.&nbsp; Should be enough to calm the buzzing until she reached her rooms.&nbsp; He was kind to offer them and kinder still to help shade her gaze as she took the herbs from him.&nbsp; She chewed thoughtfully as she finally got a look at her 'rescuer'. He had very kind eyes, she mused.&nbsp; But she guessed beneath that quiet exterior was a very calculated warrior and rider.<br><br>"Thank you." Her head still hurt, but it was slightly manageable.&nbsp; It would be just enough to get her back to the Hold and her stores of the stronger version. She slowly sat up, taking care to keep her eyes shaded. "Sorry I kept you from, well whatever it is that brought you."
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