==== January 26th, 2014
==== E'bert, A'dan
==== E'bert studies and A'dan gets wrapped. They rap.

Who E'bert, A'dan
What E'bert studies and A'dan gets wrapped. They rap.
When There are 0 turns, 1 month and 12 days until the 12th pass.
Where Igen Weyr

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Infirmary
From the astringent smell of redwort, to the gleam of counter and cabinet, this place positively defines the concept of antiseptic cleanliness. Despite the yawning exit to the Dragonhealer Courtyard, the floors remain scrupulously swept of sand and particulate matter. Back behind the counter where the healers usually are, are shelves full of bottles and jars, as well as cupboards hiding away more delicate items that shouldn't be exposed to too much sand. Beyond the counter, there is the Desk, where patients are checked in and taken to one of the examination areas by a healer. The windows are usually kept open for the flow of air, but there is both shutters to shut out dust storms, and curtains for other occasions.


E'bert is seated at one of the desks, a large text on dragon anatomy open before him. From time to time he looks up and blinks before going back to studying. This stuff doesn't look too different from what he'd been learning with the Herders about beasthealing. Maybe, just maybe he can do this, become a Dragonhealer.

Sitting stoically under the overzealous ministrations of an Apprentice healer, A'dan sits, one arm raised as the apprentice winds and winds and winds and winds and -wow that's probably enough- winds gauze around the bronzerider's chest. He's at a station near the young brownrider's study and tipping his head to look at the pictures, it's not hard to reckon what the kid is studying. "Ever wonder how they got those illustrations?"

E'bert blinks as he finally realizes there are others in the room, "Oh probably they disected, oh wait, no they didn't," disection is how they get drawings of various animals. Being a student of beasthealing it is of course natural for him to go in that direction, "It's possible someone just had a lot of patience to draw dragons at different stages of development," he's guessing of course.

A'dan grunts, "Take an uncommon amount of patience -or imagination- to draw their innards." He leaves the notion of which it might be for E'bert to ponder. A further furrowing of a perma-furrowed brow flashes as the Apprentice has trouble snugging the wrap and is yanking on the bandages (Entirely too many layers). "Ah, I'm sorry, Sir, I'll need to do this again." A'dan nods, fixing the antsy apprentice with a steady look, "Easy. It's just a cracked rib." Apprentices, so fretful. "How's Karkath?" He squints at the young man, calculating, "You guys should be taking your first trips ::between:: soon."

E'bert watches the apprentice for a moment, then blinks, "Kar's fine. He's not insisting he's starving all the time," okay, maybe the young brown is but E'bert's ignoring him. After all a dragon does not need to eat every single day, "It's possible," back to the drawings, "That dragons had been seriously injured during Threadfall, and the healers took the opportunity to do quick rough sketches," he knows how to sketch things quickly, "It would probably have been a healer doing the quick sketch, and another working to save the dragon's life," because that's what he did when he was studying beasthealing, "It's what those of us that were studying beasthealing did."

A'dan nods, thoughtful, shifting slightly on the tall stool where he's perched. Holding his arm in this fixed and awkward position isn't particularly comfortable with a busted rib. A'dan is pretty sure that sometimes, not often, dragons are so wounded they die before they can go between. E'bert's hopefulness was… touching. "I like how you think." Apprentices. He clears his throat, watching the winding bandages. He peers at the brownrider, "::Between:: give you nerves?" He'd asked after a fashion, and the kid hadn't answered, possibly too wrapped in his text or just didn't hear. Still. It bore investigation.

E'bert chuckles, and shrugs, "Not really. You go ::Between:: you come out again. Sure on rare occassions you get someone that screws up and doesn't come out again, but that's not that common," he looks out towards the courtyard, "Kar says he's very good at being where he needs to be," even if that isn't exactly where E'bert wants him to be.

The bronzerider cocks his head considering E'bert, "You've been ::between:: already, then?" He follows E'bert's look out to the courtyard. "Karkath's okay. You appear to be okay. Why read in here?" He winces looking around at the infirmary. "Some of our last nice weather out there."

E'bert shrugs, "It was actually an accident," is finally admitted. More of a desire to get some place quickly than a conscious descision on his part, "Here I can get more study material when it's needed," he admits. Bookworm? Possibly, "If I decide to follow into dragonhealing, I've got a lot of catching up to do," and he doubts the healers would appreciate the text books being removed, "Sometimes I get caught up with what I'm studying," sometimes he just doesn't realize where he is.

Hence Karkath taking over on the where of things. "Why dragonhealing?" A'dan didn't like the infirmary particularly, and the dragonhealer yard was decidedly unsettling. The apprentice finally finishes the wrap and A'dan lowers his arm with a small exhalation. He tosses his head at the 'yard. "You'll meet yourself coming and going when you get tapped into a wing AND have dragonhealing shifts." The rider murmurs thanks to the apprentice who bustles off to other duties. Like rolling bandages. And tending reeking vats of numbweed precursor. A'dan slips off the tall stool, testing the bend of his ribs and the bandange, eyes tightening.

E'bert blinks as he refocuses his attention from the book he's studying, "I can't stand the thought of any dragon being in pain. If Kar and I can help, then that's where I want to be," simple answer, then he chuckles, "Like I don't already with the drills, and stuff we're doing," the 'and stuff' is left deliberately vague, "I was studying beasthealing when I was with Herders. My Journeyman said I had a knack for calming animals," which was true enough, "I'm not so good with the human anatomy though," dragons are rather like runners in some respects, so he's picking that stuff up pretty quickly.

A'dan gathers his things, shrugging with some difficulty into his tunic and long, light overcoat. "What does Karkath think about it?" The bronzerider squares up on the desk where E'bert is studying, looking briefly at the book, then up, pale brown eyes peering intently at E'bert's blue-green.

"Karkath thinks we should pursue dragonhealing," E'bert admits, "I'm just not sure if it's the right path. Someone suggested I talk with Trek, but I can't seem to ever catch her to do that," he's always busy, and seems to always just miss the Wingleader of Arroyo, "I'm not sure how well I'd handle the intensity of Whirlwind," anger issues coupled with authority issues probably make E'bert not a good fit for Whirlwind.

Yeah, because Whirlwind didn't have folks in it with anger issues. AHEM. "Hard to pick a path when they're all open to you." He tips his head to the side, considering the young rider, "Good news, kid. They're all the right one, and in hindsight, it'll look like Fate." He squints, "Whirlwind is intense. W'rin-tense." No smile at the pun. "You'll go where you and Karkath are needed." A healthy dose of 'and suck it up.'

E'bert nods solomnly as he goes back to studying. Things always seem to work out as they're meant to. E'bert feels no need to say anything given that A'dan is leaving anyway.

"A'dan nods and turns on his heel, headed out to that beautiful day he probably wouldn't be enjoying (Whirlwind) and calls over his shoulder, "Don't forget your salutes. Some folks care about that stuff."

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