For the Indoraptor
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It's not beyond the realm of possibility that Loki might send an intimidating Nexus resident to visit someone on Asvera without warning them first. As methods of entertaining himself go, it would be an easy and benign prank, sending the Indoraptor to knock on Fǫnn's cottage door. She'd probably even handle it fine after the initial startlement. Asgardians have seen a lot of types of living, sentient creatures humans have not.
But because he wants her to actually work on something for him, Loki has not only given her fair warning, but has left her a few gifts to give the dinosaur, as well as making sure she has both Midgardian and Asgardian equipment to work with. The young healer is still technically Eir's apprentice, but she's done a lot of learning on her feet in the last several months. When things are quiet in the town, she attends her master's side, studies, or works on non-medical projects around town. When there is enough work for two, she does her part, and thanks in part to Loki's patronage and in part to Eir's, she has her own little house, with space for records and equipment and a sterile examination room.
It's still chilly in Asvera, and the nights are still long, but there are tiny white and blue flowers dotting the new grass, and the birds are coming back. Fǫnn is seated on the porch this morning, with a large cup of strong coffee, listening to a quartet of nestlings cheep beneath the awning of her roof. Her hands are not idle, either. She's about halfway through knitting a receiving blanket for the next infant expected in the village. She means to have a stock of them by summertime. It's a small comfort for new mothers, and a sign of hope for the future of their people.
It's time for new life.
It's not beyond the realm of possibility that Loki might send an intimidating Nexus resident to visit someone on Asvera without warning them first. As methods of entertaining himself go, it would be an easy and benign prank, sending the Indoraptor to knock on Fǫnn's cottage door. She'd probably even handle it fine after the initial startlement. Asgardians have seen a lot of types of living, sentient creatures humans have not.
But because he wants her to actually work on something for him, Loki has not only given her fair warning, but has left her a few gifts to give the dinosaur, as well as making sure she has both Midgardian and Asgardian equipment to work with. The young healer is still technically Eir's apprentice, but she's done a lot of learning on her feet in the last several months. When things are quiet in the town, she attends her master's side, studies, or works on non-medical projects around town. When there is enough work for two, she does her part, and thanks in part to Loki's patronage and in part to Eir's, she has her own little house, with space for records and equipment and a sterile examination room.
It's still chilly in Asvera, and the nights are still long, but there are tiny white and blue flowers dotting the new grass, and the birds are coming back. Fǫnn is seated on the porch this morning, with a large cup of strong coffee, listening to a quartet of nestlings cheep beneath the awning of her roof. Her hands are not idle, either. She's about halfway through knitting a receiving blanket for the next infant expected in the village. She means to have a stock of them by summertime. It's a small comfort for new mothers, and a sign of hope for the future of their people.
It's time for new life.
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Date: 2020-05-11 02:00 pm (UTC)The Indoraptor knows the Jurassic Park dinosaurs don't have feathers like the real thing. Some quirk of the genetics, probably, though he doesn't know that. He has some small, feathery quills on the back of his head.
He sits on the floor, patiently waiting for Fonn to come back. He's kind of glad he doesn't need to go in a lab - they bring back bad memories for him of his creation. A lab is where he was born.
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Date: 2020-05-12 01:48 pm (UTC)She's only gone for a moment, returning with a little kit in a sterile bag, which she sets on a towel on one of her chairs. Collecting the saliva swabs is the most intimidating procedure, given she'll all but have to stick her hands in his mouth, but after a deep breath she moves ahead, giving him a gentle pat on the jaw after swiping his upper and lower teeth and gums.
Collecting skin and blood is a little more invasive, but she makes sure to stand where he can see what she's doing. The contact is little more than a pinprick, but they'll both feel more relaxed when it's done.
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Date: 2020-05-12 04:18 pm (UTC)He holds still when she's poking around his mouth. The Indoraptor has a large head, similar in shape to a smaller Tyrannosaurus rex, with slightly snaggled teeth, an indication of his unnatural origin.
After that he settles down, allowing Fonn to take the skin and blood she needs. He has unpleasant memories of being prodded with needles from when he was made, and when the scientists who created him carried out their tests. They didn't care as much for his comfort and security as Fonn seems to be.