*Tinobal, Healer's Hall*
**Dryan Hymnov**

Dryan sighed as Kerrie started howling again.  Would that child never 
stop?  The girl should have been named Banshee, would have been a 
thousand times more appropriate.

Wearily, he pushed himself out of the chair and walked over to the door 
to the nursery.  The extremely well oiled hinges were totally silent as 
he opened the door to the dark room and walked inside, his boots quiet 
against the thick carpet.

He gazed for a moment at the inside of the crib, containing his 
screaming one month old Kerrie.  Her three little fingers were curled up 
in a tight fist that waved about as much as her unbending elbow would 
allow, while her half arms flapped about like a baby bird's wing; her 
goodright leg kicked like any child's would, but the left almost seemed 
to writhe like a snake.

Gently he picked her up and immediately realized the reason for all the 
racket this time.  Sighing once more, he gently laid her out on the 
table and started to change the wailing baby.

"Dryan!" a familiar voice called from the main room.

"In here," Dryan answered, picking up a now quieter and cleaner Kerrie 
and heading out to greet his friend.  He shaded his daughter's eyes out 
of habit as he entered the brighter room.  

Reji Nikero towered over his shorter friend by at least a foot, and, at 
the moment, was wearing an idiotic grin on his angular face.  Obviously 
there was some good news, Dryan could certainly use some.

"What's up, Rej?" Dryan asked with a hint of curiousity.

"Letter came from one of the warrens... Daere I think," Reji answered in 
his usual motor mouth way.  "Seems a rider of their's recently was 
blinded and they're looking for someone to help him.. no it was a her I 
think-"

"And you immediately thought of me?" Dryan asked, proffesionally pleased 
but also a bit angry at their meddling, even if they meant well.

"You're the best Dray and you can't just sit in here all day and mope.  
Adie wouldn't have wanted that, you know," Reji reprimanded gently.

Dryan ducked his head, fighting tears at the mention of his dead wife.  
Rej was right though, she wouldn't have wanted him to sit here and not 
help people.

"No she wouldn't have," he answered softly, rocking Kerrie back and 
forth as she gurgled pleasantly.

"The courier is waiting for a reply, Dray," Reji continued after a short 
pause.  

"Well we shouldn't keep him waiting should we then?" Dryan said with 
forced humor as he headed for the door.

"She, Dray, she.  Pretty one at that."

<...>

They walked into a nice office, Larsine's so he must have spotted the 
dragon rider first, that had three other residents already; Kodin, 
Larsine, and the courier.

Dryan smiled a quick perfunctionary greeting and reached for the letter 
that was sitting on the desk, careful not to juggle his daughter too 
much.

He read the letter quickly, even though his mind was already made up to 
accept the job unless the conditions were attrocious, which he doubted 
they would be.  Still it was always nice to know what one was getting 
into.

Food and lodging.. that was fine, though he'd prefer to live with the 
girl, Dyanisa, like he usually did with patients.  There was no mention 
really of pay, but that wasn't a problem, he had plenty saved up.  He 
placed the letter on the table when he finished and looked at the 
courier.. Vesta was her name he remembered.

"Do you need a reply now?" Dryan asked.

"I'm not to leave until I get one.. though I've another letter to 
deliver," she answered politely.

"This'll only take a moment,"  he said.  He held out Kerrie and felt 
someone take her, though he wasn't sure who.  Whomever it was, they 
calmed her startled cries quick enough.

Both arms free he grabbed the pen on Larsine's desk and the paper the 
man offered.  He almost nibbled on the end of the pen before remembering 
that it wasn't, he settled for tapping it while he worked the letter out 
in his head.  Then he started to write quickly, his handwriting small, 
neat and slanted.

'Warrenlady Jayleigh,' he started.

My name is Dryan Hymnov and I specialize in helping blind people become 
self sufficient.  Pay is not a problem, though there are some things I 
will be needing.

Firstly, I have a young daughter and available daycare would be much 
appreciated.  Also, I prefer to reside with my patients and if Rider 
Dyanisa's residence does not have two extra bedrooms a larger apartment 
for her would be appreciated.  Baby furniture would also be appreciated, 
and my child's room must be carpeted.  (She is extremely sensitive and 
noise sets her off.  She has an extremely well developed set of lungs, 
and keeping her as quiet as possible will be very much appreciated by 
anyone near.)

As for the issue of pay, it isn't one.  I require no monetary fee so 
long as the needs of my daughter and I are met and I recieve what I need 
to help my patient.

Transport to the warren would be appreciated, whether it is tonight, or 
tomorrow doesn't matter, whatever is the most convenient for you and 
your riders.

I am looking forward to this experience, as I've never lived in a Warren 
before or treated a dragonrider.  

Sincerely,
Healer Dryan Hymnov.

He scrawled his signature with a flare, folded the letter and wrote 'To 
Warrenlady Jayleigh, Daere' in an elegant script, different from what 
was used in the rest of the letter.  He returned the pen and presented 
the letter to Vesta.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Nice meeting you then," Dryan said politely.  "Best be delivering that 
other letter of yours," he said with a slight smile as she blushed 
faintly.

"G'day Healers," she said politely before walking outside.

Dryan held out his arms and Kodin handed Kerrie back to him, this time 
with no fussing on his daughter's part.

"Well I suppose we can go help you pack, can't we?" Reji said after a 
moment of silence.

"Yes I suppose you can," Dryan said with a rare grin and led the way to 
his place.
*************
NRPG: Well, when he gets to Daere depends on how soon Jayleigh sends 
some one to pick him up which therefore depends on when Jayleigh gets 
the letter, which depends on how long Waylene takes.

So in the effort of saving myself a headache I'll stop here. :)

Oh little thing.. the last name is pronounced (him ov) of (him of) which 
ever you prefer.

Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
Dryan and Kerrie Hymnov

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       Dyanisa & Sienra             Daere Warren
       Inagua & Myacura          "  Geode Warren
       N'lin &Trefoil           ''  Whiteriver Warren
       Chelea & Nebavri         ''  Xylian Warren
       N'dovra Leriamtiq       ' '  Ralengarde City
       Lt. <jg> Sirosa Badei   ' '  USS FARADAY
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                     What is to be or not             
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                       What was or not
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