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Weyrling Training

Writers: Halyonix, Steel
Date Posted: 13th October 2025

Characters: M'til, Vaile
Description: Quilienth gets checked up on.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 20 of Turn 12

Notes:
~*~

“Good morning,” Vaile greeted Quilienth as she ducked into his curtained space. “How’s my fav--oh, M’til! You’re here too! Please tell me that you’ve slept.”

Quilienth looked up, and then sighed deeply, and laid his head back down. M'til stayed where he was, having dragged a chair close enough to be sat next to his dragon, and stroking Quilienth’s hide on his good side.

“Dragonhealer Vaile.” He greeted. “I… managed a little bit of a nap, earlier.”

“M’til,” Vaile said in a gently scolding tone, “You can drop the dragonhealer title. We’ve been through way too much together as wingmates to stick to formalities.” She’d try to get him to take a bit more than a nap later but she couldn’t fault him for worrying. She’d done the same when Liranth was injured earlier that Turn. “How is Quilienth feeling today?”

“... Vaile. Sorry.” M’til offered, immediately, and offered Vaile a drawn sort of smile. “The dragonhealers are keeping Quilienth’s wing and shoulder numb enough that he mostly doesn’t feel it, unless he moves his leg around.” He added.

His shoulders slumped a little. “Mostly he’s just feeling sorry. Even though it _wasn’t his fault_.” He added, more to his blue than aimed at Vaile.

“Some dragons are like that,” Vaile said as she started inspecting the stitches. “I find that bronzes are the ones most upset about being grounded. Something about being leaders, they feel as though they’re failing the Weyr by sitting on the ground. And blues are the ones to try to bypass that last little bit of rest because they’re so used to cutting it close flying anyway, what’s another cut to make?” A pause and then, “Will he mind if I climb on his back?”

“He won't mind.” M'til assured her immediately. “Quilienth?”

The blue opened one eye again and sighed, but shifted just a little bit to dip his good shoulder toward Vaile.

“He says if he's careful he can move his good side a little.“ M'til relayed.

Vaile hummed, indicating that she had heard M’til, as she bent to look at the stitching. “Does it pull or anything? Itch? Burn?” she asked M’til to ask Quilienth.

“He says it pulls a little bit, but I think that's mostly when he moves his leg. Same with the numbweed.” M'til reported.

Quilienth rumbled agreement.

“That’s normal,” Vaile told him. Her fingers deftly but gently skimmed along the wound. “It pulls as it heals. Sometimes it’ll itch too but he shouldn’t scratch it, okay? Just put more numbweed on it.” Satisfied with the healing so far, Vaile hopped down. “And how are you healing up?” she asked M’til.

“Noted.” M'til responded immediately. “And I can always walk with him to the lake, if he needs something cool on it.”

He paused, then, and sighed. “Physically? I'm fine. I just… I know Quilienth. He frets sometimes. So I stay nearby or with him as often as possible.”

“I find that the chromatics often do,” Vaile replied. “The metallics tend to be a bit more calm, aside from a queen that’s shocked about the audacity of Thread touching her or something, but this is why we usually want riders to stay with their dragons. It helps if anything big arises too. Did you eat today?”

“I… grabbed some bread. I think.” M'til frowned. “On the way back over here.”

Vaile let out a martyred sigh but smiled. “Come on. You can step away long enough to get an actual meal. Quilienth will be fine for a bit. Look, Liranth is going to stay with him so he’ll have company.”

}:Mine?:{ Quilienth fretted. M'til stroked blue hide soothingly. “It's okay Quilienth. Just a little bit. I'll come right back.”

}: They won’t be long, :{ Liranth promised Quilienth as she settled next to the blue.

Vaile led M’til away with the patience of someone who was used to working with scared runners. “We won’t take long,” she echoed. “Just something hearty in your stomach. Tell me how your day has gone so far.” She knew that he might not have a grand answer to that but she was trying to distract him with conversation.

“I woke up early. Quilienth was still asleep, so… I went and got some bread.” M'til offered. Then he sighed, ran a hand through his hair. “... Poor Quili. Not a scratch, for so long, then… this.”

“It happens, M’til,” Vaile reminded him. “We’re dragonriders. We face mortal danger on a sevenday basis. An unscathed dragon is usually just a weyrling that hasn’t gotten a chance to fly Thread yet. And Quilienth will recover. Fully. Stop _worrying_.” The last bit was said with some fondness as they entered the Dining Hall.

M'til huffed, a flicker of amusement despite himself. “I suppose you're right.” He conceded. “I had just about convinced myself that Quilienth and I would never get marked up, I guess.” A half-shrug. “I just wish the reminder hadn't been quite so thorough.”

“It heals with time. And Quilienth will forget about it entirely at some point. He’ll be raring to go soon enough,” Vaile replied.

“That's true.” M'til allowed, after a moment. “I suppose draconic memory is a bonus.”

He took a deep breath, exhaled, and veered for the food. “He’ll heal up and we'll be back in the air soon enough.”

Vaile smiled softly. That was the spirit.

Last updated on the October 19th 2025