Post by Flame on Mar 29, 2011 13:41:01 GMT -8
A young man, with dark hair, and darker eyes in healer green walked easily along the lines of beds. There was one sick holder, and he was doing fine. Xilan had given his sister leave to run off and play. Though she was seventeen, she always had something to do. They both were Journymen healers, and had learned here. Their parents had gone off to start their own Cot. Their father's had. Xilan and his sister were quite used to relationships of the same gender.
Xilan walked out the door and stood in the spring light, watching the great dragons above him. He knew there were eggs on the sands, but he doubted he'd ever be invited to stand before those eggs. Which he desperately wanted.
Xilan walked out the door and stood in the spring light, watching the great dragons above him. He knew there were eggs on the sands, but he doubted he'd ever be invited to stand before those eggs. Which he desperately wanted.