A Healer's Job...

Writers: Eimi, Shelly
Date Posted: 24th February 2006

Characters: M'galec, Syntara
Description: M'galec is too caught up in healing to notice what Syntara's really hinting at.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 10, day 20 of Turn 3

Syntara settled herself in the sand and adjusted her bathing clothes self consciously. This was the first time she'd been to the beach since she had been 'scored, and while she knew that he body was quite attractive, she still hadn't gotten used to the jagged, inch thick scar that ran down her hip and thigh. But, resolving to enjoy herself despite the scar, she sighed, closed her eyes and soaked up the sun.

M'galec had just finished scrubbing his handsome bronze and was wading out of the water, splashing off sweetsand as he went. He paused ever so slightly when he noticed the woman bathing in the sun before him.
Well, he could still _look_ couldn't he!

Syntara opened her eyes when she felt a shadow pass over her. "Hello there." She smiled and held her hand up to block out the sun in her eyes. She had caught him staring - she could tell, but she didn't mind.

"Ah, good afternoon," the bronzerider smiled. He _had_ been staring.
"You look familiar."

"Do I?" That was a line she'd heard before. She sat up and turned so that the sun didn't block out the man's features. He was older than she was, but had aged well and could even be considered handsome. "Perhaps you've seen me around the weyr, but I don't think we've met."

"Weyrlingmaster Second M'galec. Rider of the Dwarkanath, that handsome beast behind me," he said with a nod over his shoulder. "And Senior Journeyman Healer. Perhaps that is where I saw you?" M'galec never failed to notice a scar.

"Greenrider Syntara, Torrent Wing. And I sincerely hope it wasn't." The change in topic was unpleasant at best, M'galec, it seemed wasn't aware of a woman's vanity.

"Greenrider Syntara. Of course, the threadscore." He had enough tact not to mention the rest, but he had been aware of it.

"Yes... the threadscore." She pressed her lips together. "It's healed quite nicely, see?" Syntara shifted the 'scored hip toward him.
"It's an ugly little thing, but I'm getting used to it."

He leaned down to look at it more closely. "Trust me, I have seen much worse. And it will fade quickly. It was well cared for."

"You really think it will fade?" Syntara asked. "I've seen and felt a lot of 'scores and none of them seem to have felt like mine. I'm a bit worried about it. Here, feel." She took his hand gently and ran it down her hip and thigh along the threadscore.

"No, it feels normal to me," M'galec said thoughtfully. He ran his fingers back along the score to be sure, but he could find nothing that needed to cause concern. "It feels like you have been putting salve on it every day. That is the best thing you can do. And keep it out of the sun." Which he had noticed she _hadn't_ been doing.

Obviously, M'galec was missing the point of the exercise. "Well then how about you come up with a way to keep me out of the sun?" There was a coy purr to her voice.

"I think that would be a good idea," the bronzerider nodded. "How is your leg moving. Do you have full mobility?"

Syntara rolled her eyes in a rather annoyed fashion. **Is he _completely_ oblivious?!** "It was a little hard getting back into the swing of things, but everything seems to stretch just fine now - even with... vigorous exercise."

"Good, good. It sounds like it is healing properly," he said as he held a hand out to help her up.

"Thank you." She brushed the sand off particular parts of the female anatomy. "This has been a _most_ enlightening afternoon." **Too bad the only thing I discovered is that you have no sense for women!**

"Well, you just remember to keep that scar out of the sun for a while.
Have a nice day," he gave her a friendly smile before picking up his scrub brush with a satisfactory smile. A healer's job was never done.

Last updated on the February 24th 2006

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