Dragons were deeply intelligent animals, Lexi knew this, but it surprised hir nonetheless whenever ze came across a dragon with deep-seeded mental issues. And ze often did. As an apprentice dragonhealer and dragoncounsellor, especially a new one, the day had come when they were going to try Lexilem out. It had been hir mother’s idea, since the teen had spent most of hir time locked away in the new room, trying not to make contact with anybody. Ze was still adjusting and it was not going well, Lexi had been oddly moody lately.
Pondering still, ze considered the fact of just how many dragons needed counselling, as many as humans that was easily for sure. Whether they came of their own accord, were asked to by their bonded or simply forced by the weyr, it was always fairly easy to guess and now, like in Fort, Lexilem was the first line. At the moment ze was being tried out to test hir skills but it was still the same. Dragons (mostly, but not always with their bonded) would be analysed by hir and ze would decide whether or not to send them on to one of the few counsellors (and which one since they usually specialized in problems, split it between them) or handle it hirself.
I don’t know I just feel that they’ll judge me... I know I’m bigger than the other greens and I... well... “You were teased in your weyrling years...” Lexilem added gently, tucking a loose strand of extremely curly hair behind hir ear. Yes... The green whispered sadly, her rider, a young man, putting a hand gently on her side. “I think we can handle these issues by ourselves if you like talking to me and would not rather another healer. If so, we can continue next time, I would love to see you back here. But for now, remember that your size doesn’t matter, your appearance, none of it. You have a lovely way of talking and a wonderful personality. We will continue with this next time, though, for now go and take some rest.” She stroked a hand along the green’s head, and watched as the chubby young dragon stood and nodded. I would like to keep talking to you. She commented, her bonded thanking Lexi as the pair walked off.
Now there was not much for hir to do, as ze leant against a tree in a more private, closed-off section of the garden. Ze gazed out at the rest of the gardens, watching, waiting for the next one who would come along for their appointment. The flitt that hovered around her, reporting back to the head counsellor, cocked its head, watching. Her own yellow Xanthous was busy climbing the nearest tree, receiving a disdainful glare from the gold on the fence.
These appointments were short, meant to figure out, briefly, how much counselling the dragon needed and Lexi had to admit ze always enjoyed them.