A Tattle-tale Dragon

Writers: Danielle, Eimi
Date Posted: 6th January 2006

Characters: M'galec, I'zar
Description: M'agalec checks up on I'zar's broken wrist.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 9, day 12 of Turn 3

I'zar walked beside Zhenireth, one hand on the little bronze's neck, the other cradled in a sling. He felt so awkward, clumsier than usual, and utterly useless. He couldn't even oil Zhenireth's hide without difficulty!

He frowned at the gound, kicking along a rounded stone as they made their way back to the Barracks.

{Don't worry so much.}: Zhenireth said, for the fourth time.

"I'm just mad. I'm so clumsy and it hurts."

{Could be worse. Be glad it's not.}:

"Thanks." I'zar kicked harder at the rock, sending it flying.

"I'zar," the Weyrlingmaster Second called out when he noticed the pair.

I'zar jumped, then saw the man the voice belonged to. "Good afternoon, Sir." He looked down at his arm, then away, remembering how he'd gotten hurt, and the guilt that came along with the memory.

"How is your arm feeling, I'zar?" the bronzerider asked.

"It hurts. And itches like crazy." He resisted the urge to rub at the stiff bandage.

"Well, do not put anything down there. It is liable to get stuck."
M'galec could remember a girl who used a rolled up piece of paper to scratch an itch... until it got stuck. What a bacteria infested mess _that_ made when they finally opened the bandage.

Little chance of that happening, the darn thing was tight and stiff and utterly uncomfortable. "How much longer do I have to keep it on again?" Of course, he'd only broken his wrist about a sevenday ago.

"A few more sevendays, just to be safe," the bronzerider said as he turned the boys arm over. "Dragonriders need both arms in good condition, after all. Have you been putting the ice on it as I suggested?"

"Um...yeah..." I'zar said.

{ Um...no....}: Zhenireth relayed to Dwarkanath. :{ He forgets. I _try_ to remind him...}:

"Never lie to a healer, lad," M'galec said with a stern gaze when Dwarkanath relayed the information. "Especially not to one with a dragon. You are to be a _bronze_rider. You should conduct yourself accordingly."

He shot a glance to Zhenireth, who looked smug. "I did, a few times. I just...forgot....Sir."

The Weyrlingmaster Second's eyes didn't soften in the slightest.
"Zhenireth says he tries to remind you when you forget."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm sorry, Zhenireth."

"Remember, lad, the job of a healer and the job of a dragon is to protect you and to keep you safe. There is no use lying to either of us." His look softened a bit at the boy's apology, though. "I do not want to hear anything come from your lips again that is not the absolute truth. All right?"

"Yes, sir." He hung his head, ashamed. Zhenireth nudged the boy's hand with his head, as if in silent support.

M'galec nodded his satisfaction. "Now, have you been drinking the tea I prescribed to you?"

"That I have been doing." And it tasted like dirt, but well...he'd be in worse trouble if he didn't take the medicines. I'zar knew to follow _most_ of the rules. Rules were there for a reason. He just didn't agree with the reasons sometimes...

{He _has_ been doing that...}: Zhenireth dutifully confided to Dwarkanath.

"Good," the Weyrlingmaster Second nodded. "It will help the bone mend faster and helps to fight infection if there was any. Now, I want you to promise me you will put ice on your wrist three times a day at least.
I do not want your wrist to swell to much inside your bandage. If you do not I will hear about it."

"I will, sir." I'zar looked down at Zhenireth. Who looked throughly pleased with himself. I'zar couldn't resist laughing at the little bronze. "It looks like I have a tattle-tale of a dragon."

{ For your own good.}: Zhenireth retorted back.

M'galec nodded and reached down to scratch the bronze dragonet's neck.
For a moment he couldn't believe that Dwarkanath had once been that small. "He is only trying to take care of you. You should always listen to your dragon, I'zar. He is the best friend you could ever have, and he knows you better than any human ever will."

"I know, sir. I just wish I could take care of him properly. It's kinda hard with only one hand, you know?" He and Zhen have had that particular discussion over and over. The dragonet didn't see it as a problem, but I'zar was frustrated with it none the less.

"Well, the more you follow the healer's advice, the sooner you will have your other hand back. Though I dare say, you are missing some of the more odious chores of being a weyrling as well." Like chopping meat.
M'galec had been more than relieved when Dwarkanath was old enough to hunt for himself!

"Now that's true!" I'zar grinned.

M'galec stood up straight. "All right. Well, then, be sure to put ice on it and drink your tea. Understand weyrling?"

"Yes, sir. I understand."

The Weyrlingsecond gave the boy an approving smile. "Carry on, then."
He dismissed the pair with a wave. **Those two will make a great pair.**

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