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Weyrling Training

Writers: Stacey
Date Posted: 6th August 2006

Characters: C'ran
Description: Cerran has to go and see the Weyrhealer for a fractured wrist.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 2 of Turn 3

A'ran entered the Dinning Cavern a little earlier then the hoards of hungry weyrfolk as was his custom, he hated waiting in the line for the buffet table. As his luck would have it there were only four people ahead of him, three were riders judging by their shoulder knots and the way they held themselves. As he waited he looked around for his brother, not really expecting to spot him, as Candidates were rarely released this early. If he remembered right Cerran was on kitchen duty for the second night running, but to his surprise he spotted his red haired brother slumped at a table doing something to his wrist.

"Shards!" Cerran swore softly, wincing slightly as he tightened the piece of clean white cloth around his injured thumb, trying to stop the bleeding and hurting his sore wrist in the process. "I bet its broken." He muttered to himself rubbing at his red hair with his uninjured hand, disgruntled, his frown turning to a rare scowl as he sighed, wondering how he'd managed to get such rotten luck.
How he _hated_ being on the roster for kitchen duties, he so preferred being outside working with animals where he belonged. Cerren felt a wave of heat and blackness spin dizzily up to his head and down again; blinking he rubbed at his eyes to clear them and shook his head gently, slowly it faded. But he felt another wave of hot colour, feeling as if rose up from his toes, rise slowly up into his cheeks and sting as he flushed remembering his earlier embaressment. He'd been ordered by one of the cooks' to peel and grate tubers and had been working away, grumbling companionably and chatting with the other male Candidate who'd also been picked to chop vegetables. For just a second he'd been distracted, he'd turned his eyes upwards to smile flirtily at a pretty young Cook assistant who'd been passing by. The next thing he knew he'd slipped and he felt the sharp pain of the peeling knife slicing into the back of his thumb. He'd sworn, ignoring the good natured teasing from his fellow Candidate and the amused smile from the girl he'd been walking over to the sink to wash his hand. He never made it to the sink however, half way to it he'd slipped on a small puddle of water and was abruptly falling forward his hands braced to break his fall. He winced, his flush deepening as he recalled landing awkwardly on the same hand he'd cut. He'd felt the slight give and the flash of pain sear through it. **at least it got me off kitchen duty.** He thought to himself in grim amusement. As if remembering the pain his wrist began to throb heavily, adding to the sting from the cut.

"Cery? What are you doing here? I thought you were on Kitchen duty?" The familiar deep voice drew Cerran's attention upwards.

"Yeah well i was." Cerran's reply was sarcastic, as he looked up at his brother. Looking at the two of them, the family resemblance was there in their height and broad shouldered, sturdy frames. They both had the family copper red hair and blue eyes, but Cerran's features were leaner, A'ran's more square.

Shrugging off his brother's unusually surly tone A'ran put his tray loaded up with food on the table and sat down across from his brother.
"Thats a new way of getting out of kitchen duties." A'ran teased, indicating the wrist Cerran was holding close to his body. "I swear as a Journeyman you shouldn't be doing duties like that though. You should see if you can speak to somebody about changing, for no other reason then i'd get a break from your constant complaining." He added drolly.

"Trust me it wasn't my idea, if i'd come up with a real way to get out of being in the kitchen tonight this wouldn't have been it." Cerran retorted, reaching over to pinch a soft roll from the tray.

"Hey! Get your own!" A'ran complained good-naturedly as he dug into his food.

Cerran's answer was a rude hand gesture that made his brother chuckle as he bit into the soft roll. As he chewed another wave of dizziness rose and spun his head around. Cerran reached up with both hands and clutched at his head in a childish, utterly futile gesture intended to steady his head "Hey Cery are you alright? I think you need to see a healer. You're awfully pale at the moment and your shaking." A'ran's concerned voice came from a great distance, as did the gentle hand shaking his shoulder.
A'ran had got up and come around the table, a frown of concern on his face as he braced his brother.

"I don't need a healer. They said i should go too, but i can fix it myself." Cerran grumbled, his head still feeling fuzzy and dizzy.

"Come on, get up." A'ran said, ignoring his brother's complaint as he helped him to his feet and led him out of the Dining Cavern, moving his body so his slightly taller body shielded his brother from curious looks and using it to help support his brother.

Last updated on the August 7th 2006