Chapter 223.2 – Beneath the Dragon’s Eyes III
Beneath the Dragoneye Moons
I glanced at the open skylight on my way out. Moons were up, and I had some time before they made it to LunâKat. I continued circling her, diagnosing the last few injuries I could see, and coming up with a plan of treatment for each of them.
When the moonlight hit LunâKat again, I was ready. I managed to get five full sessions in, before the angle became bad.
I wandered over to the library, chowing down on my fruits and berries Iâd liberated from her garden, finding a little side-corridor that didnât seem to have elemental cleaners to sleep in. I cursed LunâKat as I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by a massive bounty of books that I couldnât read.
The next three days went mostly the same. Wake up, check on LunâKat. Do a large set of injuries when the sun shone on her, do two smaller sets in the night when the moons peeked in. Explore the lair in-depth. I wasnât going to get anything out of this, maybe I could make an illicit map, and sell it to someone? A map of her lair had to be worth something.
As I ran back and forth, from LunâKat to the pillar filled with Arcanite, I couldnât help but notice the egg collection that she had there. From the large dinosaur egg, to the spherical Celestial egg, an egg near the middle I was sure was a Thunderbird egg, to the aquariums, rainbow eggs, red-gold, malformed, and oh, so many different eggs and creatures!
I wanted one. Iâd been wanting a Thunderbird egg for ages, hunting and searching for one. Heck, part of why Iâd followed Hunting was to try and get one. Now, there was one in front of me.
Ah, but was that the best choice? It was a âuniqueâ egg, so to speak, an individual egg marked in the collection. It vanishing would be as clear of a sign as any that Iâd been around, and taken fair payment.
No, what was a little more attractive were the clutches of eggs. When there were dozens of eggs as a single âcollectionâ, each one identical to the ones next to it? A single missing egg might not be noticed for years or decades. Iâd be long gone by then.
There was a clutch of stone eggs, impossibly still viable. Plain-looking eggs, spotted, striped, eggs made out of wood, eggs that reflected the world around them. Eggs as blue as the sky, as hot as a volcano. Tiny little caviar in aquariums.
There were no large eggs in clusters. There wasnât a point.
Sometimes, when I was bored between healing sessions, I reviewed the eggs in my mind, looking over them. Wondering.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I was looking for a companion, and, well, it was like Iâd been offered a one-stop-shop for options. If I was told that literally every egg in creation was present, Iâd believe whoever told me that.
Then, of course, there were LunâKatâs eggs. Clutched protectively in her grasp, LunâKat was always on top of them. Protecting them with her lair, her security, and even her physical body. Arguably the most powerful eggs in creation.
I did more than just lust over eggs. I did more than just daydream about riding the unicorn over hills and meadows. I spent significant time in the library, hedging my bets against LunâKat cracking an eye open and looking around. I used [Sunrise] now and then, grinding the level in a high-danger situation.
I did find a section with books written in Creation. They were my size, and high up on a shelf, behind solid glass. Quite a few more books, scrolls, steles, and tablets were in that section, and in my sheer boredom I looked at them, comparing the letters to each other.
There were at least a half-dozen different languages present, of which I only spoke one. Still, I didnât have much else to do besides look at the books. LunâKat was getting more and more energetic and restless with each healing session, and I was resigned to my fate at this point. I didnât like it, but it was inevitable.
The sun rose on what I hoped was the last day. Almost all of LunâKatâs injuries had been healed. The only thing left was her broken wing. Setting the bone was going to take huge amounts of mana, and was probably going to hurt as the bones shifted around. It was the first time in years Iâd been wanting to use my old anti-pain skill, and I was mildly regretting ditching it.
Then again, it had been the right choice at the time. Just - not having it right now might be the death of me, which sucked.
Pain meant waking up, and I could only hope at this stage, with the number of injuries Iâd healed, with the number of scars removed, tissue sewn together, and claws restored that LunâKat would recognize what Iâd done, and show mercy upon me.
I got into position as the sun hit. With the way LunâKat was curled up, her injured wing was away from me, as far away as possible. With a quirk of magic, that didnât matter - all that mattered was how close the nearest body part was to me.
Iâd been saving the wing for last. Whether LunâKat had partially set it herself, or if it had only been slightly broken in the first place was irrelevant. Either way, I didnât think the bone would require large amounts of effort, but the tattered wings needed fixing.
Iâd never studied a book on bat anatomy, and what I vaguely remembered was forming the basis of my image. I wasnât expecting efficiency here. Just blood, muscle, scales, wings needed to be whole and hale. I did fix the broken bones first though, which only took a session and a half, the dragon blessedly not stirring through it. LunâKat - or rather, the flow of time and natural healing - had already fixed some of it.
The wings only took two more sessions, and like a proud painter, I took a moment to admire my work, my masterpiece of healing.
I frowned.
No, I wasnât quite done, now was I? Iâd fixed everything external, but for all I knew there were internal injuries, and LunâKat could be sick for all I knew. How was I just thinking of this now? I was a better healer than that. I was a dumbass.
I made a quick plan and review as I went to get another round of mana. I wanted to hit all the unlikely things first, before working on properly fixing her internals.
I decided to hit diseases first. Bacteria purge, I lost a few thousand mana. Basically nothing, considering the scales I was working on. Sheâd been almost entirely healthy. Virus? A hair short of ten thousand. Again, nice and easy. Prions didnât cause my mana to flicker at all, and fungus was in the low hundreds. All numbers that were close to insignificant.
Poison though? Yikes.
Blew through a full heal, and part of a second one. LunâKat immediately settled down further, and a deep, rhythmic rumbling emanated from her.
She was purring. The poison mustâve been doing a number on her.
I grabbed another set of mana, and started working on her internals. My images were terrible. I imagined healthy organs of all sorts, then tried to twist the image to be dragon-shaped organs, with a rough approximation of what they should look like. I then applied the âhealâ concept to them, instead of having more specific fixes in mind.
Iâd never appreciated until now just how hard it was for regular healers. They needed to try and heal without a good image all the time. It helped explain why I was so many cuts above other healers. Forgetting stats for a moment, I could heal three, four, ten people with the same mana they needed to heal one person.
Well, the shoe was on the other foot, and I was more determined than ever to spread my Medical Manuscripts around.
I finished the sixth round of healing LunâKat, noticing that finally, I hadnât used all my mana. I smiled to myself as I lazily jogged over to the pillar of Arcanite, planning on topping myself up before I took flight, and got out of here. The lair was entirely silent. Dreams of freedom, of flying through the sky were dancing through my head, as I felt a powerful rumble behind me.
Hang on. Silent? LunâKat wasnât purring anymore?
I froze, hearing LunâKat get up, Mt. Loot shifting and turning as she moved.
Why?! Why now?! Why couldnât she snooze for a few more minutes!?
A flash of heat erupted behind me, and I closed my eyes, making peace with my fiery demise. However, flames didnât wash over me. Instead, I heard soft padding, and rapidly rising heat heralded another blast of dragonfire, and ripping, tearing, and swallowing noises followed. LunâKat was raiding the fridge after a long nap.
I took the opportunity to slip behind the pillar of Arcanite, hoping that Iâd be hidden from casual view if LunâKat could see through my [Invisibility with Eyeholes] gem. Heck, I blew the second one just in case. It was no time to be frugal.
I stared at the eggs in front of me, tempting me. The ones in the front of the collection were within armâs reach. Iâd just need to reach out to grab one.
I used all my willpower to keep my hands to myself, to refrain.
Still, some soft padding later, a few big gulps of water, more soft padding, and the purring noises started back up.
I peeked around the corner. LunâKat had migrated to her bed, her real overly furred, extra-luxurious bed, and settled down for what looked to be a âgoodâ sleep. She hadnât noticed that sheâd been healed. She probably just thought sheâd slept off whatever injuries she had at long last, and was getting some more sleep in.
Or maybe she did notice, and assumed someone she knew had done it. I dunno what was going through her mind. I didnât particularly care, I just wanted to get out.
My eyes wandered around the lair, immediately noticing a change. Her eggs, three perfect dragonâs eggs, were now in a brazier, flames merrily playing around them.
I licked my lips. I wanted one of those eggs. I could see it now. [Dragonrider] Elaine. From the looks of it, dragons were immortal to boot. I wouldnât need to worry about my companion aging and dying on me, like Nightâs had.
I clapped my head with both hands.
Stealing a dragonâs egg was moronic. Catastrophically, absolutely, obscenely retarded. There werenât enough words to describe how much of a bad idea it was. LunâKat would probably stop at nothing to get her babies back. I wouldnât mess with a bear protecting her cubs, Iâd imagine LunâKat would be worse than a momma bear.
Still, my greedy little heart wanted something. Iâd been denied books, written in another language or locked behind glass. Iâd been denied mangoes, with too much evidence left behind after I ate one. Iâd gotten nothing but heartache and grief, and blown tons of expensive gems. Iâd lost my last mementos of Magic. Iâd done what would be incredibly expensive healing for anyone else. I couldâve charged a kingâs ransom for what Iâd done, and LunâKat could easily pay it.
I totally deserved a little something for my healing. I wasnât about to go rummaging about LunâKatâs lair, but, well. She hadnât noticed the mana Iâd used to heal her, or the food Iâd needed to eat to keep healing her, or the library Iâd checked through to see if I could improve my healing speed on her. An egg as repayment was just part of healing. Healers needed mana, food, knowledge - and pay.
Her entire egg collection was right in front of me. I didnât spend a lot of time thinking and ruminating over what to grab. The little red eggs, with golden cracks running through them were in the front, in a place of honor. They had to be extremely valuable to make it ahead of everything else, to be in the top nine eggs. They were also a clutch, which meant one or two eggs vanishing might not be noticed for quite a long time, if ever. The original owners might not be looking for them, if they knew a dragon had them.
I impulsively reached out and grabbed one of the eggs, almost dropping it in surprise.
It was hot.
I activated [Scintillating Ascent], and quietly, quickly, made myself scarce.
Besides, there was one last dumb reason Iâd picked this egg in particular.
Red was totally my color.