Blood of the Drow

[lycanthrope lover]

"Lets hope so," she said.

Maybe the genetics wasn't really the problem with the feud between elf and drow, she thought. But surely it was cruel for them to decide that once must think a certain way because of the color of their skin. What did the humans used to call it? Racism? Shaking her head she sighed, even if discovering the mystery that was the drow didn't help their political standing at least it would be known why drow were born different from their paler cousins. Dariel had said even that his parents were paler, what did that show? What caused it?

"Ah well, we'll see huh? I'm going to pop by Ryet'n's corner, see whats up," she told the elf with a lopsided grin. "Catch ya later."

Sighing she shook her head and headed for the cafeteria. If she was going to bug Ryet'n the least she could do was bring him a coffee. Walking down the hall her lips pursed and whistled lightly until she reached the large room, pushing the heavy door open with one hand and digging for coins in her lap coat with the other.

Bringing up two shiny pieces she walked to the beverage machine and punched in a black coffee with the filler options on the side and then a chamomile tea with two sugar. Slipping in the coins her ears twitched as they clinked into the storage. While waiting for the drinks to be made she got a tray and started loading up the cream, milk and sugar packets. Placing the two hot drinks on the tray she departed the cafeteria and headed down the hall.

Poking her head in Ryet'n's office she spotted another man with him and raised a brow. It wasn't often that patients stayed this late.

"Need a minute?" she asked raising a brow, wondering how long the man would be.  

[Gothica_Puppet_Master]

Ryet'n's orange eyes flicked to the new person, and a grin came to his face at the familliar face. " Hello Arc," he inclined his head. " I dont think this should take too long, just need to figgure out what this man is looking for. What is that you have?" his purple forked toung flickered out to taste the air and the scent of coffee.  

[lycanthrope lover]

Arc grinned, knowing the draken's senses could already tell what she had.

"Just some of the cafe's toxic brew," she chimed lifting the paper cup from its tray and bringing it into the doorway to add a visual. "Figured you might need the stimulation at this hour."  

[Gothica_Puppet_Master]

" Ahh, your a savior!" he drew into a play bow. When he rose his eyes where on Arc greatfully.  

[lycanthrope lover]

Laughing lightly Arc stepped into the office and crossed the room with the coffee and tray. Setting the warm paper cup on the table she then simply put the tray down and lifted her tea from it.

"I wasn't sure how you take your joe so I just grabbed a bit of everything," she said indicating the pile of sugars and dairy on the tray. Glancing to the patient she smiled, though seeming a little awkward and started for the door. "Give me a holler when you're free again kay Ryet'n?"  

[Gothica_Puppet_Master]

" Sure thing," he voiced after her, " and thanks again, you have no idea how much this coffee is going to help."  

[OtterOnFire]

Vince Lane. I had my heart tested. He said closing the door and leaning against the wall. He took out a toothpick and began cleaning his extremely sharp wolflike teeth.  

[Gothica_Puppet_Master]

" Very well," the drake turned his eyes to the computer at his face, which a few quick claw strikes typed in the name and file. Vince's page flashed up, and the dragon's eyes brightened before turning back to the Ryoe, " i have your page. What is it about your tests that your looking for?" he asked.  

[OtterOnFire]

Nothin in particular just wanna see the improvements and deprovements from my last test. He said taking the toothpick out of his teeth. It had bits of meat on it and he chucked it into the trashcan.  

[Gothica_Puppet_Master]

The dragon knodded. A tap of his claw started the print out. The test numbers and stats listed out over the length of the page. With this he pulled the side tab off and scanned it under the clearance beam. He flattened the paper out over the desk to look over the numbers.
" Lets see..." his eyes scanned, " blood pressure, only a little above normal, chemical ratings, stable, though i'm sure your aware not to push yourself too hard." He continued reading out difforent results and ballances. When he was done he lifted his eyes to Vince's. " Anything you dont understand?" (( or anything i didn't mention that i should have? * isn't a medical person* ))  

[lycanthrope lover]

Arc smiled, the knowledge that she'd been of some help to her friend being quite enough to please her for the time being. Still she hoped that he would finish with his patient in time for them to have a chat. Prying open the lid she ripped the piece off and tossed it in a nearby trashcan before taking a sip of her tea.  

[OtterOnFire]

Am I in a condition to surf? He asked showing a slight bit of attention for the first time. That was all he really cared about.  

[Gothica_Puppet_Master]

He scratched a scailed chin thoughtfully, "yes, but what level of surfer are you? You can surf fast and strong, however only for so long. I wouldn't recommend going for more then five hours, and i wouldn't recommend going to very high altatudes. You've been taking the medacine you've been perscribed?" he scanned the medacine assignment on the paper.  

[OtterOnFire]

Uhh yeah. Vince said as he walked over to the desk. Im sure you know what level of surfer I am. He said crouching down. I gave you my name so you should know.  

[Gothica_Puppet_Master]

The dragon smiled bashfully, " sorry, i'm a doctor, i spend my time over a computer and desk, i dont watch television, nore do i watch games, if a game surfer is what you are. Anyway, if you continue to take your pills faithfully, take it easy, and slow down when you feel out of sorts, you should be perfectally fine. Your heart is doing much better."