Word from Ista [Tags: Falyn]

It was nearly evening, and one of the Weyr's senior healers had been amoungst the first to get news of the disaster at Ista. Knowing well that one of the other healers who practiced there at the Weyr with him had grown up there, he rushed straight to her private quarters to alert her to what had happened.

The dragon and rider who'd come bearing the bad tidings had already gone, leaving it up to the Weyrleaders to decide how they would respond. There was too much to be done to loiter and enjoy ones self so freely, even though both the Istan dragon and rider looked incredibly weary.


Knocking at the door to Falyn's large healer's quarters, the Senior Healer hoped that she'd be in. Usually she could be found here since within her own room there were many of the things necessary to prepare plants into medicines and to grow them. It was also quite common that other healers visited, making her quarters into a common place of congregation.

"Falyn! Are you in?"

The man knocked again, but this time with more urgency, though the tone of his voice was always calm -never over-excited.