Bilaneth hissed softly under her breath, waiting outside while her rider took the written portion of the dragonhealing exam.

This is so boring! she complained to no one in particular. Lelandra had shut her out temporarily so as to concentrate on the questions. Cinder fluttered about, trying to coax Bilaneth into perhaps playing. The green still pouted, and said to the flit, I don't feel like playing now, Cin. Go find a new playmate. Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and Lelandra was wrapping her arms around her dragon's neck. "I passed the written part, Bil! Now all I have to do is treat a dragon as if they're injured! What's wrong?" She stopped and looked up at Bilaneth's sulking face.

You left me out here all alone, with nothing to do! Only Cin kept me from lapsing into a state of mental anguish. Bilaneth responded, with her typical over-dramatization. "Come on, Bilaneth. You couldn't have been that bored." Lelandra teased. The green snorted and lay her head on her forepaws. "I need you to help with the other part of the test, will you...please?" Bilaneth looked to the cloudy sky, as if in contemplation. What will this get me in return?

"Bilaneth! Ugh....I dunno....I'll wash you everyday for a sevenday!"

Very well then, it's a deal. Come rider mine, for I am a gravely injured dragon and you must heal me.

Putting on a show of hobbling around and dragging her left wing in mock-excruciating pain, the green moaned and whistled all the way to where the examiner stood waiting. Giving him a look of pure torture, she collapsed in a heap of misery. Breifly bewildered, it took him a minute before saying, "Uh, this dragon had a badly damaged wingsail, torn to the fingers by thread. What will you do to repair it?" "You know this, just relax and let your instincts take over." Examining the items on the long table, Lelandra picked up a large sheet and strips of bandages before heading to the whimpering green.

Oh, it hurts so much. I cannot bear it! Bilaneth exclaimed, flopping limply about. "Hold still! You're antics will only make this worse for me." Lelandra pleaded.

I'm going for realism here. She relaxed anyhow, content to wince and complain. Gently, Lelandra tied one end of the sheet to the main arm of Bilaneth's wing before unfurling it out to the other side, attaching it in specific points until the wing was tightly bandaged.

Bless you, dragonhealer! I live to fly again! A loud trumpet from Bilaneth ended her performance, the green even bowed low before the dragonhealer. He examined the job Lelandra had done, while she waited nervously clutching Cinder so tight that only when the firelizard gave a strangled squawk did she realize it. He marked this and that down and, after and eon had passed, turned around to face her. "Your knowledge of medicines could use a little work.." She gasped, and so did Bilaneth. "..but you work very well with bandaging and knowing which techniques to use when. You pass, Dragonhealer." With a trumpet, this time a real one, Bilaneth trampled the examiner and proclaimed her undying love for him on her way to Lelandra.

You passed, you passed! I knew you would! All that studying paid off!

Lelandra was flabbergasted, and had to be prodded off by her dragon.