The Harper's Horde

The Doctor Is In Green Mottle Female

Humanoids think they're so special, learning the healing arts, calling themselves doctors. They got to learn their herblore from books, not practical application. They got to practice their sutures on pillows and dead meat. Tintoval...had rather the rude awakening that is life kick her in the tender bits from GO and hasn't stopped picking up medical knowledge since. Oh, what she knows is pretty vast, but nobody but the truly closed-minded ever actually stop learning.

Firelizards are difficult to injure, but not impossible, and what do wild ones do for healing? Well, in the case of one green mottle, it was learn how to thread a needle and sew flesh back together, figure out which herbs cured sickness and which ones caused it, and what to do when the purebloods got firestone blockages in their second stomachs. Tintoval is a veritable medical journal of how to fix a broken firelizard. Now that she's no longer wild, she's thinking bigger. Maybe learning dragon medicine? Tintoval is always curious about what she can learn next. She's also a practical creature, and pragmatic enough to recognize when she's lost a patient -- she won't expend dramatic effort whaling on a lost cause because her emotions are out of control. That's not to say she won't put massive amounts of effort into dangerous puzzles, though. A plague? Devastating injury? Lingering mystery illness? Oh, she'll pour herself into finding either the root cause or the pinnacle of treatment if any such treatment does indeed exist.

At first she looks like a green firelizard, until one notices a mote of treebark brown that starts from the base of her head, following her spine down, the ribs of her wings, down to the tips of her tail. Her wings start like moss agate but pale out to aventurine at the very edges. This alternate coloration betrays her as a mottle, however smooth and scaleless her hide and however Pern-accurate her physical conformation.