Cerran's Thoughts

Writers: Stacey
Date Posted: 19th July 2006

Characters: C'ran
Description: Cerran does some thinking.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 8 of Turn 3

Cerran dropped onto his bed with a weary sigh. He was totally exhausted, the kind where he could barely keep his eyes open and his body ached, almost begging to be rested. Being a Candidate was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his 18 turns, even harder then his earliest Apprentice days as a beasthealer. Turning his head he could see that his roommates were already fast asleep, judging by the sprawled figures he could see in the other beds and the variety of snores. Sky who'd beaten him back to the Candidate Barracks after they'd eaten dinner with his brother A'ran opened one lazily whirling blue-green eye to sleepily regard his person. He chirped inquiringly, asking for permission to curl up in his customary place on Cerran's shoulder.
Cerran was too tired to answer in words, so he merely rolled onto his back in answer brushing a lock of slightly long red hair off his face.
The blue flit crooned as he made his way up the bed to curl up on Cerran's shoulder nuzzling his chin as he got himself comfortable.

Patiently Cerran waited for Sky to get comfortable, reaching up with his had to gently stroke the soft pale blue hide. As he stroked him he frowned as he felt a rough patch on Sky's left flank. **I thought i oiled him yesterday?** Cerran thought to himself as he stretched his tired brain and challenged it to remember what he'd done the day before. His frown increased as he couldn't find a memory amongst the chaos of what he'd done the day before that told him he'd oiled Sky.
Keeping his hand on Sky so he wouldn't fall off his shoulder, the Candidate sat up and reached into a draw on his bedside table.
Feeling around with his hand he pulled out a large jar. As soon as Sky saw the jar he began crooning in anticipation, the flit knew from past experience what came out of that jar. Cerran smiled at Sky's reaction as he unscrewed the lid on the jab and crossed his legs, putting Sky in his lap. Reaching into the jar he picked up a generous handful of the semi-solid oil in the jar and began rolling it in his hands so that the heat melted it. Carefully positioning Sky in his lap Cerran began to rub the warmed, melted oil into the soft hide. As Cerran began rubbing and massaging in the oil Sky began to hum softly, a sound remarkably similair to a feline's purr. The humming vibration was something Sky always did when he was happy or trying to comfort Cerran. Cerran's smile stretched into a grin as he could feel the pleasruable contentment that fairly radiated from the flit in his lap as Sky curled around his oily hands, his soft humming helping to relax him..

For a moment Cerran's grin faded as he wondered what he was doing here in a weyr. He wasn't weyrbred, in fact had spent his entire life with his family in a hold. Animals and his family were his life. He was proud of his journeyman knots and in his skill helping to heal injured animals. Thinking of all this was making him feel homesick for his family, his teachers, and fellow beasthealers and the familair Hold he'd grown up in. Sky nuzzled Cerran's wrist affectionatly, crooning comfortingly as he felt his person's homesickness. Cerran regarded Sky and mentally compared him to the large blue dragon he'd spent his afternoon helping to bathe. He supposed that the goal of Impressing one of the great dragons was what kept him and the rest of his Candidate classmates around. It was probably what also got them all through their classes and duties, making the hard work they did worth it. Cerran tried to get his mind around what Impressing a dragon would feel like. He knew from his brother and from the Candidate Master's classes that Impressing a dragon was a pretty unique experience. He knew that having a flit Impress you was nothing like it too, as he thought back to the days after his graduation when Sky hatched from his egg. **Am i even dragon material? Will a dragon even want me?** He mused to himself, as he got out another handful of oil, beginning to rolling it in his hands till it had melted and warmed up. He knew from yesterday's class that who a hatchling chose to Impress to was a pretty random business.

Finding that the oil was melted enough and warm enough he began rubbing it into Sky's hide, making sure he massaged it thoroughly into the rough patches, the flit's humming a soothing counterpoint to his thoughts as he worked. **If i Impress, what colour would even want me?
Do i even know what colour i would want to Impress me?** He wondered, carrying on with his thoughts. Frowning he knew from what the other Candidates had said that greens tended to Impress girls or to boys who were into boys. Blues tended to impress to boys who were into both sexes. For a moment he continued to wrestle with these new thoughts and old stuffier holder ones. He didn't think he wanted to Impress blue or green as he liked the girls. Brown or bronze? His frowned deepened as he considered the two larger males. He knew they tended to Impress boys who liked girls and who tended to be leaders. There was also alot more of a brown or bronze to get clean and oiled as well. But he wasn't sure if a bronze or brown would want him either. He knew he could hold his own and lead when he wanted to, even inspire people at times. He also wouldn't mind leading a wing as a wingleader or wingsecond. But bronzeriders also had the potential to become Weyrleader if they bronze caught the senior gold. He didn't think he was necessarily cut out to lead a weyr and wasn't sure he wanted the responsibility on his shoulders. Acting as Weyrleader during a Pass was also not something to take lightly either. **So what does that leave me with? I can't Impress a Queen!** He thought with a snort of amusement.

Letting out a frustrated breath he couldn't figure it out and hadn't been able to figure it out since he'd decided to take up his right to stand. **Deal with what's in front of you, it's all you can do.
Tomorrow will take care of itself.** The old piece of advice from his father seemed to form in his head as if from no where. Cerran felt a moment of the old sadness and grief as he thought he even heard his father's deep, gruff voice repeating the words. Cerran realised that as always his father's wisdom was right and woolgathering wasn't getting him any answers to his questions. **You will just have to wait and see what happens, i would be grateful to Impress any colour really.** Cerran told himself firmly adhering to his father's advice.
Cerran finished massaging in the last of the oil into Sky's hide and wiped his oily hands on his pants, grimacing as he felt the softened skin on his broad, calloused hands. Carefully Cerran moved Sky who'd dozed off sometime during his oiling so he could get changed and get some rest. As he got to his feet he winced as his muscles protested his movements, having stiffened slightly in the time he'd spent oiling Sky. Quickly he poured water into a pan on his bedside table from the yewer there to wash his face and clean his teeth in the cool water. Getting out the old tunic he slept in he pulled off his clothes and dressed quietly, refolding his dirty clothing neatly and putting it aside. As he worked he was careful not to wake his roommates as he went.
Finally Cerran was ready for bed and he crawled in, happy to stretch out and get comfortable. In the time he spent getting comfortable Sky had roused himself and crept up to curl up on Cerran's shoulder, the spicy scent of oil on the flit's skin as soothing as the hum next to his ear.

Last updated on the July 19th 2006

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