(9.18.2761) Doctor's Orders (Attn: Xeavir, Brett)

[Kil]

Brett stormed towards the Dragon Infirmary with a single-minded determination to Get to the Bottom of Things. "Things" being the hormonal upset wreaking havoc on her body, mind, and (apparently) dragon. 

She burst into the Master's office (Sparks further announced their arrival with a bright, fanfare trill) and leveled a finger at Xaevir's chest. "*You* need to do something," she said, "my sorry excuse for a green didn't rise. She *always* rises. Fix her."

((Oh, excuse me, I thought that this whole thing was *your* problem,)) Visigoth sniffed. ((Get someone to fix *you.*))

Kil

[Arielle]

Xaevir was not expecting a visitor. No one had made any appointments for him in his office and he did the rounds of the Infirmary and the injured weyrs periodically. If there was a problem one of his Journeymen, Apprentices, or fellow Masters could catch it if it was that urgent. When his door opened wide with a slam, accompanied by a bright firelizard trill and an angry finger being leveled at his person, the Master Dragonhealer's brows shot towards his hairline.

His own four firelizards replied to their kin's greeting, creating their own strange harmony with their various trills and chirps. "Hello, Wingthird Brett. How are you? Your Visigoth didn't Rise? How unusual." He leaned back in his chair after putting his writing implement down on top of his paperwork and stroked his slightly stubbly chin. Perhaps he ought to shave soon. "Perhaps it's something to do with you? Have you been stressed lately? Ill?" He gestured smoothly with one hand to the chairs he kept always in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat."

[Kil]

His own four firelizards replied to their kin's greeting, creating their own strange harmony with their various trills and chirps. "Hello, Wingthird Brett. How are you? Your Visigoth didn't Rise? How unusual." He leaned back in his chair after putting his writing implement down on top of his paperwork and stroked his slightly stubbly chin. Perhaps he ought to shave soon. "Perhaps it's something to do with you? Have you been stressed lately? Ill?" He gestured smoothly with one hand to the chairs he kept always in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat."

Well if that wasn't the *dumbest* question ever. "How do you *think* I am?" She stormed, but collapsed into a chair as bidden. "I'm fine," she insisted. "Fine. Except the Healers say I'm done having children or whatever the hell *that* means. *I* was done having children twenty-five Turns ago." She shot Xaevir a dark look. "Anyway, Visigoth has been in an absolute *snit* lately and now she's refusing to Rise. Fix her."

Kil

[Arielle]

"Hmmmm." Xaevir was a little bit perplexed. He'd never heard of a green *refusing* to Rise when she felt the urges. Was that what was truly going on here? "Is she refusing to Rise or is she simply not feeling the urge to Rise? And uh, the 'done having children' bit is likely because you're beginning or have already entered menopause." He knew about it of course, as some dragons *were* particularly sensitive to their riders' conditions, but that had always been more of a concern for golds, during his studies. As golds were needed to Rise and bring forth the next generation of Pern's defenders. He hadn't ever heard of a green being so afflicted, but then he hadn't truly focused on the greens after his Journeyman knots were won, except for when they were Weyrlings. "If it's because of your situation, there are probably some things that the Healers can give you to help ease some of the symptoms of menopause that may be causing Visigoth's lack of Rising. I'm not sure there's much I can do directly towards her though, as nothing has yet been found to help a green or gold who no longer Rises. But I can do some reading," he added, heading off her expected reaction of anger. "Though thirty-five *is* a bit young to go into the period of not Rising, for dragons."

He leaned back again thinking, when another idea occurred to him that he wasn't sure if he should be happy about or not. Not to say that Brett would choose him, but he was certainly aware of what a vivacious and attractive woman she was. "Tell me, how is your sex life? That could have some effect on Visigoth as well."

[Kil]

"Hmmmm." Xaevir was a little bit perplexed. He'd never heard of a green *refusing* to Rise when she felt the urges. Was that what was truly going on here? "Is she refusing to Rise or is she simply not feeling the urge to Rise? And uh, the 'done having children' bit is likely because you're beginning or have already entered menopause." He knew about it of course, as some dragons *were* particularly sensitive to their riders' conditions, but that had always been more of a concern for golds, during his studies. As golds were needed to Rise and bring forth the next generation of Pern's defenders. He hadn't ever heard of a green being so afflicted, but then he hadn't truly focused on the greens after his Journeyman knots were won, except for when they were Weyrlings. "If it's because of your situation, there are probably some things that the Healers can give you to help ease some of the symptoms of menopause that may be causing Visigoth's lack of Rising. I'm not sure there's much I can do directly towards her though, as nothing has yet been found to help a green or gold who no longer Rises. But I can do some reading," he added, heading off her expected reaction of anger. "Though thirty-five *is* a bit young to go into the period of not Rising, for dragons."

"Well I'd *hope* it was the latter," Brett snapped, "I couldn't bear to think of what I might do to a dragon who has decided to willfully spite me. *Me,* her *supposed* soulmate." The diatribe was as much for the green's benefit as if was for the Master. "And I *know* I'm in menopause, or at least that's what they *hypothesize.*" Brett practically spat the last word. Menopause sounded made-up and seemed like a convenient and euphemistic way of telling women that they were old and useless. Which Brett did *not* appreciate.  

He leaned back again thinking, when another idea occurred to him that he wasn't sure if he should be happy about or not. Not to say that Brett would choose him, but he was certainly aware of what a vivacious and attractive woman she was. "Tell me, how is your sex life? That could have some effect on Visigoth as well."

"WELL HOW DO YOU THINK?" She roared suddenly, knocking a stack of files off Xaevir's desk. "I thought her rising would HELP but now I don't even get the benefit of that!"

Visigoth, meanwhile, was busy slinking around the Weyr lake. Fix *her?* Brett needed the fixing, clearly. ((Zarak, dear,)) she called, ((report to Master Xaevir's office. And please fix my rider.))

Kil

[Arielle]

Xaevir fought very, very hard to keep from smiling at the drama of Brett's reactions. His efforts proved successful, probably helped along by the imagined tortures he was quite convinced the Wingthird would be capable of and willing to put him through should he actually laugh at her expense. "Perhaps it's the other way around this time. Perhaps if you engaged in some coitus, your green might feel inclined to Rise. It's only a postulation," he added, raising one hand as though to stay any possible anger. "But it might be worth a try. And I'm sure a woman such as yourself will be able to find many a willing paramour." Xaevir smirked a little at that, knowing himself to be on the list, whether or not Brett might have thought of that.

He reached out one hand to lay it over hers on his desk. "Perhaps I could be of service, if you wish to go that route, in finding you some interested parties?" His gaze had darkened and his voice deepened just a touch at the thought of actually getting some pants action. He hadn't had any in too long, in his opinion, and Brett was a friend and a beautiful woman to boot. If she wanted such help with her Visigoth, he'd be more than happy to oblige her.

OOC: I'm totally expecting her to slap him. xD Or kiss him. Not sure which will happen, but I imagine if he pulled that on any other female rider they'd slap him.

[Collin 'Ridayah' O'Connor]

It was only the barest luck that Zarak hadn't been far from the dragonhealer's rooms.  Then again, as a healer he wasn't far, but the summons was slightly impractical.  The spry (not old, shard it!) master had just been on his way to one of the bathing rooms to soak away some aches he'd acquired over the last few days.  So when the unexpected mental summons came he let out a sigh and trooped over quickly.  It was unusual for a dragon to speak him without the rider being in serious danger.  There hadn't been such urgency in.... whomever's tone it had been, but it was wise not to wait.

And fix a rider?  That was a new one.

"...I could be of service, if you wish to go that route, in finding you some interested parties?"  He heard just as he eased open the door to Xaevir's office.  Oh.  So that was the situation that needed fixing.  She needed saving from the advances of Xaevir, aha!

Zarak leaned back against the door jam sideways and let out a chuckle.  "So this is what I'm called for, still in a loincloth and wrapped in a towel, to fix?  Xaevir, my friend!  Has it finally come to pass you need the aid of a healer in wooing such a lovely young woman, hmm?"  He grinned cockily at the two, with a wink to Brett.  Oh, he had seen her recently, so he had a good guess what this was about now.  "Although, really, isn't she a bit young for you?  She seems more like she'd need the experience I have at her... disposal."

OOC: (Mostly) Naked Zarak, at your service.

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[Arielle]

OOC: I'm thinking Kil's next?

[Collin 'Ridayah' O'Connor]

OOC: Think so!