Post by Echo and Anayeth on Nov 1, 2010 2:01:19 GMT -5
Echo had been called to assist her father in trying to help Lord Hatral live. Apparently, she was the Healer Oer trusted the most, even if she wasn’t the type of Healer he wanted. It came with being the man’s daughter, she knew that much. Echo hadn’t wanted to leave the Weyr. Not after what she learned only two days ago. The knowledge had, frankly, come as a shock to her, and she hadn’t wanted to believe it until even the top midwife-Healer (on top of her father) told her it was most likely so.
The Dragonhealer was pregnant.
At first, Echo had been paralyzed. Then she’d been dizzy. She’d been so careful in the past not to have gotten pregnant. She’d been so careful because the Weyr needed an able-bodied Dragonhealer, not some dimwitted wherry-brain who ran off with the first guy she met, madly in love with him. The Weyr did not need a pregnant Healer.
But Echo had gotten over her initial shock if only to help her father help this ailing man. She would have thought Ceinwen a better choice for this, but, seriously, who would risk a Goldrider’s life just for a Lord Holder? Even in Echo’s mind, the Goldrider was infinitely more important than Hatral’s just because the dragons were the only defense against Thread.
To Echo, there was nothing more she or Oer could do to help Hatral. The disease had set in so quickly—it was only day six and Hatral seemed to be nearly on his deathbed! The poor man was as pale as the moons at night, hardly breathed, sweated, and it seemed as if he’d thrown up every single thing in his stomach (possibly even his stomach, the way he heaved), and couldn’t take anything down to sustain himself. Oer had made Echo wear a face mask sort of thing as to not contract the disease. He said it was to protect the baby. She asked why she was here in the first place if the baby was at risk. He hadn’t answered.
Now, Echo sat outside in the Hold’s main courtyard. The young woman had washed her hands in redwort thus sterilizing herself, and had cleansed her face, as well, knowing the man’s coughing might have reached her face. She took all precautions, not for herself, but for others. Her brow was furrowed, and she looked deep in thought. But no matter how Echo played out the events, she couldn’t find a possible route in all of Faranth’s life on Pern that Hatral could live past the next few days.
To top her pregnancy issue, Dragon Hold would be leaderless.
Tag: Ziza
The Dragonhealer was pregnant.
At first, Echo had been paralyzed. Then she’d been dizzy. She’d been so careful in the past not to have gotten pregnant. She’d been so careful because the Weyr needed an able-bodied Dragonhealer, not some dimwitted wherry-brain who ran off with the first guy she met, madly in love with him. The Weyr did not need a pregnant Healer.
But Echo had gotten over her initial shock if only to help her father help this ailing man. She would have thought Ceinwen a better choice for this, but, seriously, who would risk a Goldrider’s life just for a Lord Holder? Even in Echo’s mind, the Goldrider was infinitely more important than Hatral’s just because the dragons were the only defense against Thread.
To Echo, there was nothing more she or Oer could do to help Hatral. The disease had set in so quickly—it was only day six and Hatral seemed to be nearly on his deathbed! The poor man was as pale as the moons at night, hardly breathed, sweated, and it seemed as if he’d thrown up every single thing in his stomach (possibly even his stomach, the way he heaved), and couldn’t take anything down to sustain himself. Oer had made Echo wear a face mask sort of thing as to not contract the disease. He said it was to protect the baby. She asked why she was here in the first place if the baby was at risk. He hadn’t answered.
Now, Echo sat outside in the Hold’s main courtyard. The young woman had washed her hands in redwort thus sterilizing herself, and had cleansed her face, as well, knowing the man’s coughing might have reached her face. She took all precautions, not for herself, but for others. Her brow was furrowed, and she looked deep in thought. But no matter how Echo played out the events, she couldn’t find a possible route in all of Faranth’s life on Pern that Hatral could live past the next few days.
To top her pregnancy issue, Dragon Hold would be leaderless.
Tag: Ziza
