[ Sweet little dragonling. It had no way to know that if he didn't see a potential wise investment in the young man before him, he would have drained her dry just to see what happened. But he stuffed his hunger down and away, focused on the task at hand. ]
I see. When our work here is done, you should tell me what you recall of the dragon and their master. I will submit a complaint to the authorities, and we may be able to wring out a small sort of justice.
But for now-- first aid. You should attend all we do and learn the basics of care; I doubt it will be the first wound your darling acquires, as she grows.
Water, first. A wound that isn't clean when it's wrapped will fester. You're fortunate she's so calm; many lesser dragons might be frantic or wild in their pain.
[ The room beyond the great double doors was a grand hallway that stretched for some time, wide enough to hold a number of people, with crumbling carven scenes on the vaulted ceiling and ancient, weather-worn statues flanking the walls between great tall, hauntingly clear mirrors.
None of them reflected Tzilan as he walked, and the black dragon which had hunched on a heavy post near the door hissed a gatorlike sound of interest, and took to wing to hurry after them, its leathery wings a quiet sound even trapped in the large space.
They had not walked for long when the mirrors between the statues became replaced by doors, and it was through one of these which Tzilan led Saralegui. In it was another hall, short and narrow, and with a long stride he led the other man to the door at its end. This hallway was empty, and smelled of dust, as if it had gone unoccupied for months. ]
There's a basin of water in my study I usually keep for mixing inks; and we'll find everything else we need there....
... do you think she would let me handle her, or would you be the one to bandage her?
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I see. When our work here is done, you should tell me what you recall of the dragon and their master. I will submit a complaint to the authorities, and we may be able to wring out a small sort of justice.
But for now-- first aid. You should attend all we do and learn the basics of care; I doubt it will be the first wound your darling acquires, as she grows.
Water, first. A wound that isn't clean when it's wrapped will fester. You're fortunate she's so calm; many lesser dragons might be frantic or wild in their pain.
[ The room beyond the great double doors was a grand hallway that stretched for some time, wide enough to hold a number of people, with crumbling carven scenes on the vaulted ceiling and ancient, weather-worn statues flanking the walls between great tall, hauntingly clear mirrors.
None of them reflected Tzilan as he walked, and the black dragon which had hunched on a heavy post near the door hissed a gatorlike sound of interest, and took to wing to hurry after them, its leathery wings a quiet sound even trapped in the large space.
They had not walked for long when the mirrors between the statues became replaced by doors, and it was through one of these which Tzilan led Saralegui. In it was another hall, short and narrow, and with a long stride he led the other man to the door at its end. This hallway was empty, and smelled of dust, as if it had gone unoccupied for months. ]
There's a basin of water in my study I usually keep for mixing inks; and we'll find everything else we need there....
... do you think she would let me handle her, or would you be the one to bandage her?