Inhabitants of Dragonhope Weyr
Weyrhealer Virin, Dragonhealer J'vanna
Dragonhope Weyr Healer Virin, eldest
daughter of the Weyrleaders
This eldest daughter, you decide, must also be the strongest, healthiest
and tallest woman on Pern! She hardly seems to mind that there are eyes
upon her, as she works. Her hands are sure, and she keeps her long vibrantly
black hair away from her face with a yellow tie.
"Oh, could you please hand me that roll of bandages? I've got this burn to take care of..." She huddles over a drudge whose arm has been terribly scalded, it looks like. You reach for the bandages, and she cuts a length of them to carefully wrap around the wound.
Finally, after a few minutes of care, she tells the drudge to go to her dorm and rest for a few days, and if the headwoman gives her any trouble to tell her that Virin said so.
The drudge smiles, though obviously still in a bit of pain, and scurries out to her dorm in the lower caverns.
At last you have a moment of time to speak with this woman!
"Are you well? Why are you here anyway?" She asks, abruptly noticing that you don't appear injured at all.
"No, I'm ... I'm just a visitor, I've been told to go look around."
"Ah, my mother telling the candidates to drift. Nice. I wish she'd stop that." She turns back to her desk to write something down on a wherhide scroll.
"Well, what are you doing here still? I'm the weyr healer, this is the infirmary, that was a patient. What more is there to know?"
With her abrupt tone, you guess it's time to leave.
You choose to head down the hall, to the Dragonhealer's weyr.
The open weyr of the Dragonhealer is much warmer and seems to actually 'sound' better than the infirmary. The airy room has one dragon in it, a small brown laying upon a special seat that is heated with a fire and bellows system. You know this because there is an apprentice Dragonhealer operating it with a heavy grunt between pushes.
"Well, she chased another one away," a youngish looking man says, but with a grin. "Virin is rather tight about her infirmary. She keeps a very good grip on her patients."
"Yes, I noticed," you reply. "You're the weyr's Dragonhealer?"
"I am, J'vana," he announces, holding his hands out in a greeting. He is so different from his counterpart! "Ah, and this is my dragon Ishmernith." He waves his hand as a small green dragon alights on the ledge outside. "She has proven so useful to me!"
"She doesn't get hurt a lot, does she?" You ask.
"No, no, but when I impressed her I was still only a senior apprentice in the craft. All it took for me to become a Journeyman was to ask her about her wing or tail or how her stomach felt!"
The dragon patiently lifts her wing, as one of the younger apprentices checks out a sail and shows her partner how it differs from the dragon who is being treated on the couch.
"It's a good day. Thread fall isn't for another sevenday or more, so we have time to get this big boy patched up." He indicates that he must return to his work, so you head back to the Nexus.
