A Crafter's Passion

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 1st October 2011

Characters: W'ser
Description: W'ser spends his free time reviewing information for his craft rather than wooing women, much to Branth's dismay.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 4, day 2 of Turn 6

W'ser

W'ser's brow creased into a furrow as he took one hand and smoothed
out the blank piece of parchment currently under his hands. The man
was no artist but he had a stick of charcoal between his fingers and
was sketching out a drawing of the anatomy of a dragon
wing. It wasn't that W'ser was unfamiliar with a dragon's wing, being
the Weyrdragonhealer he had had plenty of experience over the Turns.
Yet, W'ser found it good practice to sketch and label dragon anatomy
every so often. It kept one's brain sharp and it helped him recall
details at a moments notice when he was dealing with emergencies.

The sky overhead was a cheerful blue with tufts of puffy white clouds
passing by lazily overhead. Occasionally W'ser would look up at the
sound of a dragon coming out of /between/. Even though he and Branth
had been together for twenty-one Turns it never ceased to amaze him
when he watched dragons fly. The graceful tilts of their wings, the
elegant way they maneuvered their tails. Dragons were truly a marvel
to behold.

}:Are you down there 'sketching' again?:{ Branth asked as he draped a
wing over the green tucked against him.

**Yes.** W'ser fought a grin as his dragon broke his concentration.

}:You could be wooing this green's rider and yet you're 'sketching'?
Sometimes I don't understand you, rider.:{ Branth had voiced this
sentiment more than once and each time it made W'ser grin.

**You have your fun and I'll have mine.** W'ser told the brown as he
bent his head and went back to sketching.

Swift, confident strokes helped W'ser construct a dragon's wing of
charcoal and methodically W'ser began labeling all of the bones, joints,
and muscles. He supposed that some would find what he did in his
leisure time lunacy. But to W'ser it was a dedicated passion that he
felt for his craft. The better he was at being a dragonhealer, the
better he could serve the Weyr and Pern. It was a sense of duty and
honor that often kept W'ser in his office late into the night.

As he worked, W'ser thought of some of the dragons that he would need
to check in on that night. None of them were in any immediate danger,
thank Faranth, but he wanted to check in and make sure that they were
comfortable and see if he could offer any support to their riders. For
W'ser, being a dragonhealer had been a choice, but after he'd
Impressed Branth it had become a passion. It was fortunate for W'ser
that Branth was as interested in helping his fellow dragons as W'ser
was in healing them. Branth often acted as a mediator between W'ser
and other dragons and, despite his overly flirtatious manner, the
brown was empathetic and a great support to the injured dragons.

}:Thinking good things about me?:{ Branth asked with a smug little
tone to his voice.

**Well I was...** W'ser responded. He was glad that Branth had a good
sense of humor for the two often exchanged quips. In W'ser's opinion
his dragon was all the company he ever needed. Aside from a dalliance
with a woman here or there and mating flights, W'ser was perfectly
fine on his own. Women were all... needy and emotional. The
Weyrdragonhealer was sure that a relationship would only cause him to
lose focus on the passion he had for his craft. That, for W'ser, was
unacceptable.

Last updated on the October 27th 2011

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