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A Bad Break Chapter 3
A Bad Break: Chapter Three (1456 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Original Halfling Character(s), Original Half-Elf Character(s), Storm Silverhand
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury - Major
Summary:
Brathana looked up from the gardening — cutting back what needed to be, readying for the winter — to see Drizzt Do'Urden coming her way with a woven covered bowl. It was as wide as he could comfortably carry, and from the sag in the loose weave of it, it was full of something.
"It has been many weeks, friend, and here you come with something for me?" she asked.
"I wish it were but a gift, Leaf Brathana, but it is a healing needed," he told her, coming to rest in a squat, supporting the bottom of the bowl with his legs. Brathana moved the lid to one side, and found a mature faerie dragon looking up at her, hissing, as tattered wings tried to shelter a pair of very tiny fledges.
"Well, little one, you had your nest late this year," Brathana said sadly, not needing to be told that there should have been more than two, and another mature one to boot. "Carry them in, and get a bedding set up on the hearthstones; the warmth will aid them.
"I'll be right in with you, as soon as I put my tools away."
Drizzt nodded once she had replaced the cover, and he rose with small effort, before going to do as bid. The half-elf did not hurry, knowing he'd need time to calm the trio down once he moved them, and told the acolyte that unless healing was needed, the shrine was closed for the next couple of hours.
Brathana came in to find that Drizzt had lifted the bedding from the woven bowl — his spare tunic if she was to guess — and was building supports around the babies in folds of the fabric.
"They'd know more about the health of these poor things in Silverymoon," she murmured. "They have a large population of them, and other common familiars."
"I did not know that, and I was closer to here," Drizzt said, before pulling a smaller container from the bowl, putting it between the two babies and opening it so they could get at the berries inside.
"Alright, Papa, this will feel strange," Brathana told the mature one, who did not hiss now, but was watching her very suspiciously. "Has he said much to you?"
"No. Guen thinks he's not learned Common, and I don't speak any other Surface language but Goblin."
"My Sylvan's never been great, either," she said, and caught his surprised look her way. "Mother raised me among humans," she added. "And full-bloods aren't keen on catching us up on that side of things."
"Hmm. Seems full-bloods are idiots then," he told her, keeping an eye on the babies as she began healing the adult. Brathana noted the care that had been given to the bodily wounds, noted the tattered wings were well-oiled to prevent further loss of the tissue. It was a pity Drizzt was so wedded to his swords, when his eye for healing was so strong.
Quite a bit later, and after being assured the fledges were unharmed, just very late born for the year, Brathana eased back and watched the small family in the nest of cloth, soaking up the warmth of the hearth fire.
"They'd do better, to have more of their kind near them," she told Drizzt. "We can make a better carrier for them, and the father can fly now. It's not such a long distance to Silverymoon.
"Though, you will stay and rest a day or three. How long have you pushed yourself to get here with them?"
Drizzt rubbed the back of his neck. "Three nights? The pair of unbroken eggs hatched middle of the second day."
"I thought they looked very fresh from the shell," Brathana said with a sigh. "I will watch over them; you know where the bed for guests is."
Showing how tired he was, Drizzt actually obeyed, taking only a moment to run a finger over the adult's snout.
Brathana sat with her relief, the acolyte, and Drizzt for dinner that night, encouraging him to talk of his recent travels. When he made no mention of encountering a Silverhand, she decided she should likely warn him.
"Bard Storm Silverhand came around asking for tales of you," she said, watching the joy he took in the very simple meal they were sharing. He really was far too isolated, too often.
His brow furrowed. "Should I know that name? I mean, you told me the ruler of Silverymoon is a Silverhand; related? Why were they asking for me? Have I done something?"
"Apparently impressed her ranger sister, Dove Falconhand, and yes, Storm is sister to Lady Silverhand as well."
Drizzt's face lit with recognition. "Oh, Ranger Falconhand is known to me. But I still don't see why that would lead to this."
"Ranger," young Neryn piped up, "we're supposed to look after one another, and if Ranger Falconhand knows of you, of course she would want to know how you fared! She may not be ours, but she's a solid ranger!"
"Thank you, Neryn," Brathana said with amusement, even as Drizzt squirmed a bit. "It truly was an inquiry to your health and care, Drizzt. I thought you should know, in case Storm or one of her associates were in residence when you take the dragons to Silverymoon.
"As she is Harper connected, and will know you're in the city five minutes after you pass the gates." She chuckled, and even Drizzt smiled at that.
"Alright."
The papa had watched the construction of the carrier for the fledges, and now stood upon Drizzt's shoulder, skeptically viewing everyone around them as they headed out of the city. It would be a short journey to get to Silverymoon, and Drizzt's heart was fluttering.
He would have no one to speak for him as had allowed him access to Everlund. Yet Brathana had reassured him that he only need say he was one of Mielikki's rangers, and he would be allowed in. He did hope it was that simple, as the small family of three deserved to be with others of their kind, no matter how diligently the papa was hunting food for his pair of surviving babies.
Every being deserved to have others… even if Drizzt never counted himself in that adage.
Leaf Brathana had been quite correct, and even if Drizzt had gotten distracted as he made his way through the Glade, it had not hindered his errand at all. The small family of faerie dragons had attracted three adults of their species, a pseudo-dragon, and even a curious tressym before Drizzt was truly aware of his surroundings again.
He didn't even really notice the humans waiting for him to be aware of the world, too amused by the faerie dragons in the process of getting the fledges out of the open-topped carrier from their cozy nest. His smile, at them and the sheer rightness of this sacred place made the humans watching feel even more at ease with the drow, unknown to Drizzt.
The pseudo-dragon, once the small ones were situated on adults to be carried, caught Drizzt's eyes.
Thank you, Ranger. We will care for them… and teach them Common, came clearly to his mind, before all the winged ones left, the tressym flying slightly lower than the pair carrying the babies.
Drizzt was pretty sure that was to catch anyone who might fall.
Only then, as the humans began to make delighted noises, did he realize he wasn't alone. There was an elder human woman, a human man of mature years and a few younger ones, wearing the same tunic style as Neryn in Everlund. Both of the mature ones had robes of full clerics, embroidered with Mielikki's symbols.
"Greetings, Needle Drizzt Do'Urden," the woman said. "For there can be none who otherwise match your description."
"I'm not actually consecrated," he began, knowing the rank was used for rangers of their shared faith. Brathana had used it for him, and they had had an intense discussion.
"I'm sorry, but anyone that can fall that deeply into communion here? Was consecrated by our Lady Herself," the man said. "I'm Leaf Grevaine, and this is the Ladyservant Tathshandra Tyrar."
"Welcome to Silverymoon, and to the Sacred Glade," Tathshandra said, while Drizzt was digesting that. "We do hope you will stay for some time, given the tales we have heard, and are eager to learn more of.
"And, as you wear Montolio's cloak, carry his bow, Leaf Tathana will be very willing to trade tales with you; she adventured with him for a few years."
Drizzt came to his feet, a little overwhelmed, but very curious now… and he inclined his head. "I think I will enjoy my stay then."
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Original Halfling Character(s), Original Half-Elf Character(s), Storm Silverhand
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury - Major
Summary:
Drizzt knew he was in trouble. Could he find a way to help?
A Bad Break: Chapter Three
Brathana looked up from the gardening — cutting back what needed to be, readying for the winter — to see Drizzt Do'Urden coming her way with a woven covered bowl. It was as wide as he could comfortably carry, and from the sag in the loose weave of it, it was full of something.
"It has been many weeks, friend, and here you come with something for me?" she asked.
"I wish it were but a gift, Leaf Brathana, but it is a healing needed," he told her, coming to rest in a squat, supporting the bottom of the bowl with his legs. Brathana moved the lid to one side, and found a mature faerie dragon looking up at her, hissing, as tattered wings tried to shelter a pair of very tiny fledges.
"Well, little one, you had your nest late this year," Brathana said sadly, not needing to be told that there should have been more than two, and another mature one to boot. "Carry them in, and get a bedding set up on the hearthstones; the warmth will aid them.
"I'll be right in with you, as soon as I put my tools away."
Drizzt nodded once she had replaced the cover, and he rose with small effort, before going to do as bid. The half-elf did not hurry, knowing he'd need time to calm the trio down once he moved them, and told the acolyte that unless healing was needed, the shrine was closed for the next couple of hours.
Brathana came in to find that Drizzt had lifted the bedding from the woven bowl — his spare tunic if she was to guess — and was building supports around the babies in folds of the fabric.
"They'd know more about the health of these poor things in Silverymoon," she murmured. "They have a large population of them, and other common familiars."
"I did not know that, and I was closer to here," Drizzt said, before pulling a smaller container from the bowl, putting it between the two babies and opening it so they could get at the berries inside.
"Alright, Papa, this will feel strange," Brathana told the mature one, who did not hiss now, but was watching her very suspiciously. "Has he said much to you?"
"No. Guen thinks he's not learned Common, and I don't speak any other Surface language but Goblin."
"My Sylvan's never been great, either," she said, and caught his surprised look her way. "Mother raised me among humans," she added. "And full-bloods aren't keen on catching us up on that side of things."
"Hmm. Seems full-bloods are idiots then," he told her, keeping an eye on the babies as she began healing the adult. Brathana noted the care that had been given to the bodily wounds, noted the tattered wings were well-oiled to prevent further loss of the tissue. It was a pity Drizzt was so wedded to his swords, when his eye for healing was so strong.
Quite a bit later, and after being assured the fledges were unharmed, just very late born for the year, Brathana eased back and watched the small family in the nest of cloth, soaking up the warmth of the hearth fire.
"They'd do better, to have more of their kind near them," she told Drizzt. "We can make a better carrier for them, and the father can fly now. It's not such a long distance to Silverymoon.
"Though, you will stay and rest a day or three. How long have you pushed yourself to get here with them?"
Drizzt rubbed the back of his neck. "Three nights? The pair of unbroken eggs hatched middle of the second day."
"I thought they looked very fresh from the shell," Brathana said with a sigh. "I will watch over them; you know where the bed for guests is."
Showing how tired he was, Drizzt actually obeyed, taking only a moment to run a finger over the adult's snout.
Brathana sat with her relief, the acolyte, and Drizzt for dinner that night, encouraging him to talk of his recent travels. When he made no mention of encountering a Silverhand, she decided she should likely warn him.
"Bard Storm Silverhand came around asking for tales of you," she said, watching the joy he took in the very simple meal they were sharing. He really was far too isolated, too often.
His brow furrowed. "Should I know that name? I mean, you told me the ruler of Silverymoon is a Silverhand; related? Why were they asking for me? Have I done something?"
"Apparently impressed her ranger sister, Dove Falconhand, and yes, Storm is sister to Lady Silverhand as well."
Drizzt's face lit with recognition. "Oh, Ranger Falconhand is known to me. But I still don't see why that would lead to this."
"Ranger," young Neryn piped up, "we're supposed to look after one another, and if Ranger Falconhand knows of you, of course she would want to know how you fared! She may not be ours, but she's a solid ranger!"
"Thank you, Neryn," Brathana said with amusement, even as Drizzt squirmed a bit. "It truly was an inquiry to your health and care, Drizzt. I thought you should know, in case Storm or one of her associates were in residence when you take the dragons to Silverymoon.
"As she is Harper connected, and will know you're in the city five minutes after you pass the gates." She chuckled, and even Drizzt smiled at that.
"Alright."
The papa had watched the construction of the carrier for the fledges, and now stood upon Drizzt's shoulder, skeptically viewing everyone around them as they headed out of the city. It would be a short journey to get to Silverymoon, and Drizzt's heart was fluttering.
He would have no one to speak for him as had allowed him access to Everlund. Yet Brathana had reassured him that he only need say he was one of Mielikki's rangers, and he would be allowed in. He did hope it was that simple, as the small family of three deserved to be with others of their kind, no matter how diligently the papa was hunting food for his pair of surviving babies.
Every being deserved to have others… even if Drizzt never counted himself in that adage.
Leaf Brathana had been quite correct, and even if Drizzt had gotten distracted as he made his way through the Glade, it had not hindered his errand at all. The small family of faerie dragons had attracted three adults of their species, a pseudo-dragon, and even a curious tressym before Drizzt was truly aware of his surroundings again.
He didn't even really notice the humans waiting for him to be aware of the world, too amused by the faerie dragons in the process of getting the fledges out of the open-topped carrier from their cozy nest. His smile, at them and the sheer rightness of this sacred place made the humans watching feel even more at ease with the drow, unknown to Drizzt.
The pseudo-dragon, once the small ones were situated on adults to be carried, caught Drizzt's eyes.
Thank you, Ranger. We will care for them… and teach them Common, came clearly to his mind, before all the winged ones left, the tressym flying slightly lower than the pair carrying the babies.
Drizzt was pretty sure that was to catch anyone who might fall.
Only then, as the humans began to make delighted noises, did he realize he wasn't alone. There was an elder human woman, a human man of mature years and a few younger ones, wearing the same tunic style as Neryn in Everlund. Both of the mature ones had robes of full clerics, embroidered with Mielikki's symbols.
"Greetings, Needle Drizzt Do'Urden," the woman said. "For there can be none who otherwise match your description."
"I'm not actually consecrated," he began, knowing the rank was used for rangers of their shared faith. Brathana had used it for him, and they had had an intense discussion.
"I'm sorry, but anyone that can fall that deeply into communion here? Was consecrated by our Lady Herself," the man said. "I'm Leaf Grevaine, and this is the Ladyservant Tathshandra Tyrar."
"Welcome to Silverymoon, and to the Sacred Glade," Tathshandra said, while Drizzt was digesting that. "We do hope you will stay for some time, given the tales we have heard, and are eager to learn more of.
"And, as you wear Montolio's cloak, carry his bow, Leaf Tathana will be very willing to trade tales with you; she adventured with him for a few years."
Drizzt came to his feet, a little overwhelmed, but very curious now… and he inclined his head. "I think I will enjoy my stay then."