Cerlayn You walk into the weyr, where a young girl stands in the middle of the room, her back to you, violin on her left shoulder, drawing her bow across the strings.  The melody drifts to your ears, and you mutter a quick, "Excuse me." She spins around to face you, and you are surprised to see her face.  Her music was beautiful; she is not.  The girl has shoulder-blade length wavy brown hair and sharp slate-colored eyes that seem to pierce right through you.  Her face looks chilidish, and she has a spattering of freckles on her cheeks and nose.  The girl has to be atleast fifteen Turns, though, she looks old despite her young face.  "What?" She demands, slightly angry, the violin being held by its neck hanging down to her side.  "What's wrong?  My face? Yes, many react that way to it."  She glares at you, and you just step back, astonished for a moment at her fierce onslaught. "I...  I'm sorry," You stutter, and she glares.  "I was changing out glows in the hall, and I heard your violin, and came in to see who was playing it.  You do play it very well." Yes, my rider does play very well, A sad voice says in your head, and you spin around to see a green dragon sticking her head in the weyr.  For a moment, a smile crosses the girl's face, and she extends her hand to you.  "I am Cerlayn, and this is my green, Irrawath," She says, and you accept her hand, and shake it.  "Irrawath was the first thing that I ever did right in my life.  I messed up my sister's chances for everything that she ever wanted to do." "That can't be true," You say. "It is," Cerlayn replies, suddenly getting snappish again.  "And anyway, I'm not playing my violin anymore, and Irrawath gets upset by visitors, so you need to leave." Backing away hastily, you return to Dark Moon Weyr. Read Cerlayn's Story