F’linro, are you even listening to me? The little blue asked of his rider, tugging on the man’s jerkin. The healer looked at the blue, dazed still by the knowledge that he mind was no longer his own to muse in. He shared it with this little creature and he still did not know how he’d managed to live his life for so long without the determined little blue who had called himself Matsuath.
“Sorry love, just thinking about that little healing problem the Weyrhealer left me to work on,” the blue rider replied scratching the young dragon’s head knobs to which the blue crooned happily before replying. I am starting to think you were telling the truth about not hiding on the day of my hatching.
“How many times do I have to tell you I wasn’t hiding?!” snorted the blue rider to which the blue tilted his head at the man. We shall never know until I finally fully believe you now shall we? replied Matsuath giving a dragon’s version of a chuckle, What’s so puzzling about this problem anyway? It’s like something’s missing from the problem Syveena gave me. A dragon even of a queen’s size having that many lacerations from Thread scoring in a light fall. It just doesn’t seem possible unless the dragon took a few minutes to go between or was fighting a Fall with no other Wingmates. But how or why would either happen?
The blue looked at his rider as he too contemplated the problem. F’linro sat down heavily next to the dragon and massaged the base of Matsuath’s neck as he thought causing the dragon to purr and lose concentration on the subject at hand for a moment. So the two sat in near silence both considering the problem; the dragon sometimes distracted by the neck massage. The only clue to any observers that they contemplating the problem was only the slight twitch of facial features or the sudden sharp tilt of the head.
What if it is that simple? the blue finally spoke up causing his rider to look him in the eye. “What do you mean?”
What if they did just happen to between into another Fall? A heavier Fall? the blue’s tongue tasted the air as he finished his simple theory.
“There’s only one Fall at any given time, the rider would have…” F’linro stopped as the missing information hit him. He pulled a scrap of hide and a charcoal stick out of his pocket and began to write, “That’s it. It’s got to be it! The rider must have accidently timed it to another Fall, probably one over water if there were no other dragons around when they entered it. It would explain the heavy damage to the dragon as well as why the rider might not have had their dragon between quicker as the rider was trying to figure out where their Wing was or where they were. They could have even been trying to figure out how to get back in time to the right period without killing themselves.”
We work well together even if I am not yet large enough to fly us. I can help you in your problem solving. That you can, beloved. Right, let’s get this solved problem to Syveena. You finished it already? I had it finished before, this theory was just bugging me and I think Syveena may have been eluding to it to be pointed out since she may know I’m not from this time… I’ve never asked if she was told that. The blue nodded at his rider and the duo started to walk towards the infirmary to find the Weyrhealer and show her what they had accomplished together.
