M’sey…what is it that you are doing? M’sey looked up from the hide he was reading and over at his dragon. He smiled a little at the almost comical way Helmuth was staring at him. “I’m reading…If I’m to help during Threadfall tomorrow, I don’t want to be making simple mistakes.” Oh yes. Helmuth remembers now. You are to help Nantryth’s rider with the injuries. The young brown dragon stepped down off his couch and walked purposefully towards his rider. He peered down at the hide, and then cocked his head upwards, training one whirling green-blue eye on M’sey. “Yes? Can I help you with something, Oh Majestic One?” You can. Helmuth wants to read too. M’sey laughed, patting Helmuth’s cheek lightly. “Don’t be such a wherry Helmuth. Dragons don’t read.” In the few weeks since his Hatching, Helmuth had displayed a want to do many of the things that M’sey himself did. M’sey took it as an extreme form of the dragon’s ‘I Like Whatever You Like’ attitude. Why don’t they read? Helmuth believes it is because no one ever tried. Helmuth would like to be the first. He laid his rather large head on M’sey’s lap, angling it so that he could see the hide. M’sey sighed softly, scratching his dragon’s eye ridges. “Tell you what…as soon as I’m finished tomorrow…assuming that I’m not exhausted, I’ll try and teach you how to read, alright?” Helmuth rumbled happily, his eyes whirling a little faster. Alright. But don’t forget. “I won’t forget. Now move your head so I can finish studying.” He gave the brown one last scratch, then lifted his head off his lap and continued to study. Helmuth stayed next to him, resting his head against M’sey’s arm as he read. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “M’sey! Over here!” Glinde gestured urgently to the brownrider. He ran over to her, his green firelizard Midori clinging to his shoulder.
When he’d stopped next to her she pointed towards the hind end of the young bronze she was attending to. “He’s got a nasty score on his leg…but I’ve got to mend his wing quickly. Scrub up and take care of it…it might help to settle him down some.” M’sey nodded and proceeded to scrub most of his lower arms with red wort. M’sey coated his hands lightly with oil to prevent them from numbing when he applied the salve to the dragon’s leg. He stopped in front of the score and frowned…poor thing. He yelled for someone to get him some water and he didn’t have to wait very long for it. He washed the wound…trying his best not to create any more discomfort for the dragon, then looked at the score more closely. It was deep, almost to the bone with smaller scores surrounding it where the Thread had obviously broken apart. Midori appeared from /between/ clutching a rather large pot of numbweed by it’s handle. M’sey thanked her with a quick caress before he slathered the think salve onto the dragon’s leg. He winced as the dragon did…though he was quite sure that he wasn’t hurting the bronze. It was probably due to the fact that the numbweed was so cold. Once the wound was thoroughly coated…and his hands were beginning to turn numb, M’sey took a step back and looked at his work. Treating the “minor” wound had calmed the ailing dragon a little…a glance at Nantryth revealed that she didn’t seem to be working so hard at controlling him. He looked towards Glinde…who was still toiling away at the shredded wing. She’d be at it for a while longer…he hoped everything turned out all right. M’sey spent the rest of the Fall tending to minor injuries and scores on both riders and dragons. He did what he could when more serious cases came in and most seemed grateful for his help. He made his way back to the Weyrling Barracks slowly, Midori curled up around his neck. Helmuth had agreed to let someone else feed him while M’sey did his healer duties and was now curled up on his couch with a full stomach. M’sey smiled at the brown dragonet as he laid down on his cot. He yawned…he’d try teaching Helmuth to read tomorrow. He kicked his boots off and stretched out before closing his eyes and instantly falling asleep.
Helmuth was Impressed @ Ryslen Weyr
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