~Healer Cahle~

-Frustrated Healer-

Storming into her room she threw herself back into her large plush chair. Cursing softly under her breath she messaged her forehead with one hand. Cahle knew what was coming tomorrow and didn't want to face it. She cursed again, this time out loud. If only she had been able to get to the village quicker, if only those idiot farmers had followed her advice, then perhaps they would not be in such a fix. The fools had allowed the illness to linger too long, there was nothing she could do now except give advice and pray that the poor boy would survive the fever. She growled at the stupidity of the boy's parents, her hands curled into claws and her lips pulled back to reveal her fangs. And in a moment the feeling had passed and Cahle breathed easy again. She sighed and pushed herself out of the chair, slipping out of her room quietly and marching off down the hall towards the kitchen in search of food. It had been a long night.

In the warm kitchen she slipped around the late night cooks to claim a dish of fresh beard and warm meat before sitting at the far end of the long table. The cooks and kitchen help knew her well and simply moved around her as she ate, consumed in her own thoughts. "I can tell you've had another going 'round with some village folk." One of the cooks said, setting a mug of cocoa down in front if Cahle. Sitting down besides the healer the cook, Cahle recalled her name as being Abbey, sighed in relief of being off her feet for a moment. She pulled the cup of cocoa towards her and stared at the blurry reflections of light in it, mumbling a thanks to the cook. "Don't let them get to you." Abbey said after a few moments, not looking at the healer as she spoke. "The outlaying villages still aren't used to the stranger folk that come through here, give them time and they will learn to trust you."

"I suppose," Cahle said, taking a measured sip of the cocoa. The Shehalian had learned to tune out the odd looks she still received for her long tail and hoofed feet. From time to time she wondered if she shouldn't just pack up and return to her home, to her own kind... "If only I had gotten there a little sooner I could have stopped them from feeding that poor kid that vile stuff." She said in a lower growl before stuffing food into her mouth.

"I don't think I've ever seen you like this before, they must have really angered you this time." Abbey said, giving Cahle a long calculating look. The healer waved a free hand and shrugged, taking her time to chew her food. "Perhaps..." Abbey said slowly, "it is about time that you bonded a dragon of your own. You could use the company and it would solve your troubles with transportation."

"I'll think about it." Cahle said, standing up from the table. Picking up her dishes she handed them into the waiting hands of a passing servant. "Good night." She said as she left for her own room.

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A few weeks later Cahle finally gave into the suggestion nagging at her mind for awhile now. In a friend-of-a-friend sort of deal (calling in a couple of favors along the way for travel - there are advantages to being a skilled healer after all) she had managed to get her name on the list as a perspective sponsor at a private clutch at Star City. It was a... different sort of clutch, she was sure of that at least. For starters she could not remember ever hearing about a live-birth clutch before.

At first the young dragons were somewhat overwhelming, yet once she spoke with a few they all seemed like such sweet creatures, even if some seemed a little more... willful and wild then the others.

Part Two



Name: Cahle
Species: Shehalian
Age: 34
Gender: Female

Appearance: A severe woman with a sharp face and vivid green eyes that seem to pierce through everything, Cahle is tall, slim with firm muscles and long limbs like many of her kind. She wears simple grey robes that have the sides cut to allow her free movement of her legs, when working she rolls back the sleeves and ties them back. Her calico patterned hair is shoulder length and usually braided, her fur is trimmed short. She has two metal bands in each of her pointed ears, the only jewelry she ever wears.

Personality: She is a hard woman - fierce, sharp of mind, demanding and imposing. She doesn't take lip from anyone and has a way of always getting her way in the end. She is gentle with her hands while having no mercy in her words, when she tells someone to take it easy deities help them if she catches them doing otherwise. She tells it like it is and doesn't try to soften any truths. While she is a taskmaster all she does is out of concern for others - she has been known to stay up through the night to take care of ill hatchlings. Under her hard shell is a kindhearted and loving person who isn't afraid to roll up her sleeves and get dirty.

History: She simply turned up at Lylan Keep's doorstep one day without any explanation and she rarely speaks of her past. Nobody questioned her because they were in need of a healer at the time and since then she has become such a part of the Keep nobody cares anymore.

Powers: Telepathy/Empathy, Healing (able to heal anything from a scratch to a broken bone).