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Healer Hall
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Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
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Leeward Lagoon Hold

Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
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Elsewhere on Pern
NPC Weyr
River Bluff Weyr
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Weyrling Training

Writers: Paula
Date Posted: 5th December 2006

Characters: Telemon
Description: Telemon receives a surprising message from his hallmaster.
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 4

Telemon squinted with concentration, using his tweezers to pull out two needle thorns from the boy's leg. "There, those should be the last ones!" the healer sighed and let the tweezers clang to the tray. "Let's keep the poultice on few more days, though, just in case it draws out more of those little buggers," he said and started to clean the would. Then he wrapped it to poultice bandage. "You're been very brave lad," Telemon smiled and ruffled the boys hair. "But for next time, don't fall into a needle thorn bush."

"I won't, sir, thank you sir," the boy said before rushing off.

Telemon started to pack away his instruments. "He was the last patient today," he told the green firelizard that perched on his shoulder.

"Are you the senior journeyman healer Telemon?" a voice from the door asked.

Telemon interrupted his cleaning and turned to look. A dragonrider stood there, young man, propably a weyrling, too young to fighting wings, but still showing the confident, almost cocky, pose that Telemon attached to all dragonriders. "Yes, that would be me, how can I help you?"

"I have message for you, sir", the youngster handed him a rolled up parchment.

"Thank you," Telemon received it and gave its seal a curious glance. It was the Healer Hall's seal.
"Well, seems like they haven't forgotten me to this outback after all," he murmured and opened the letter.
"Greetings from the Hallmaster, dadadaa.reassigned to the Dragonsfall weyr, TO THE WEYR!" Telemon read and was so surprised he had to sit down. He had spent many turns as a travelling journeyman, visiting the most distant and isolated holds, staying in major holds now and then. But he had never in his life been in a Weyr. Met riders, yes, even treated one after a Fall. (The injured rider had landed on the hold he had been, too hurt to make it to his weyr.)

The young dragonrider was still there, leaning against the doorframe and grinning. The only change was that he was now holding a steaming klah mug.

"I take it you're to be my transportation?" Telemon asked.

"Yes, sir, read on, sir," the young rider grinned knowingly.

Telemon continued with the letter. "Promoted to Master! Position of the WEYRHEALER!" His surprised yell made his flit to take off with indignant chirp.

"These came with the message," the rider said and dug to his pocket. He threw master's knots into Telemon's lap. The healer just stared them.

"How long do you think it will take you to make ready to leave?" the rider asked, he was obviously enjoying himself.

"About fifteen minutes," Telemon replied. Travalling journeyman learned to travel light and to do with as little as possible. "Ena, find Taiga," he told the firelizard, rousing himself from his astonishment.

Promised fifteen minutes later, Telemon was giving the final instructions to the holder's wife about care of his patients. After the goodbyes, he stepped outside. The rider was waiting, with his dragon.
Ena, his firelizard gave the dragon a long look and let out admiring coo. "Don't even think it, girl. He's too big for you," Telemon told her.

"Is that all you have?"the dragonrider asked, pointing his three bags.

"Yes," Telemon simply replied and handed him the first one, large wooden box that included his 'tools of the craft'. Second, normal bag, included his all personal possessions. Third, wicker basket, let out angry, indignant meows.

"What's in there?" the rider asked when he attached it to the straps.

"My feline. Don't worry, she won't get out. It's been tested," Telemon replied.

"All right," the rider said.

Soon the last of them was securely attached to the straps and it was time to mount the dragon. Telemon gave the hold a last look. He was going to the Weyr, to a completely different place and to a completely different life. His life so far had been simple, if not always easy, filled with hardships and loneliness. He had no ties, no emotional attachements. Yet where ever he went, he was welcomed warmly. He just hoped the weyr would welcome as warmly as the isolated holds.

Last updated on the December 7th 2006