ETTING 
OME 
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LFANDRA
Jehann the Wanderer part 12.4
ETTING OME O LFANDRA
Some dictance away, Flute notes Cira, lately returned from his adventures with Shyriath but not yet entangled in his adventures with Hespa (ah, don't we love the overlapping timelines!). Flying towards him, she communicates by her usual subliminal means:
A wounded dragon needs help. Cira must help because Flute cannot.
Cira was somewhere else. Possibly about to look into the sudden dearth of AFD biscuits, or perhaps go for an evening fly, when suddenly he stops dead in his tracks. His eyes stare straight ahead while the other dragons look at him puzzled. "I'm needed. I go."
Flute nods, happy that her message has gotten across.
He immediately snaps out of it and launches himself. Flying at great speed, a speed enhanced by usually unused abilities, he arrives within the minuet. The large blue slams roughly into the ground leaving deeper than normal claw marks. At forty feet he is a little larger than one of the twins and his sudden appearance surely would have startled Rashad had he been sufficiently awake. He is already in "work" mode and is not fooling around. He looks around briefly for a wounded dragon before realizing that the human *is* the dragon. He points himself at Rashad, extends his wings over him, and begins a healer's work.
Although *much* smaller than Cira, Flute arrives at much the same time as him, although her travel was by different means. She looks down, notes that Cira is helping, and nods in satisfaction. Flitting over to a nearby tree, she settles down to watch curiously.
The Dominance used to have many healers who severed
the battles of earlier days. But their numbers have dwindled as they have
gone exploring other planes of existence. Most will probably return someday,
but for now there are few enough in Alfandra. In his own way he too can
do the job of a healer. He does not physically touch Rashad but the particles
which make him up are gently tugged back into place, molecular bonds reformed,
and torn cells repaired. The process works by direct matter manipulation
rather than magic, and is more based on physics than anything else. The
entire process is accomplished in a matter of seconds. When finished he
folds his wings and sits back on his haunches wrapping his tail with it's
tufted end around himself. Rashad is probably sleeping without pain by
this time.
Now that the 'emergency' is over he relaxes.
He looks about pleased with himself and smiles. "Hello, I'm Cira."
Rashad looks at Cira and nods slowly.
He closed his eyes, falling into a restful slumber. Jehann, who was watching,
lets out a huge sigh of relief. She moves back to her newly-healed brother
and places the end of her tail on his heart. She felt his heart beating
normally now, not the erratic thumping like earlier. Also, he was breathing
better. The dragoness smiled and looked to her fellow Alfandran with damp,
golden eyes. "Oh, by every high circle, thank you so much, Cira."
She tries to keep her tears
back, with thoughts of what could have happened without the healer's aid.
The dragoness turns to watch her brother again. He was sleeping peacefully
against the trunk. Not a care in the world. She thinks about other things
and lets out a silent gasp. Unable to keep it down, Jehann let the tears
finally roll down her cheeks.