| Sh'cril's Weyr You enter the weyr, the first thing that you notice is it might as well be a healer's headquarters, for the walls have shelves that are packed with numweed, bandages, and just about everything that you can think of. A young man, probably of ninteen Turns or so, has his back turned to you, a green firelizard sitting on his shoulder. You doubt that he would of ever noticed your arrival had the firelizard not told him with a soft chirp. "Oh, excuse me," He said, smiling and nodding slightly to you. "I am Sh'cril, and I did not notice that you were here, until Talmar told me. Dreadfully sorry!" I apologize for my rudeness, as well, Visitor, Someone says, and Sh'cril chuckles at your surprise. "That's my wonderful blue dragon, Azuth," He says, and the blue dragon's head pokes into the weyr. You glance around at everything, knowing that this Bluerider must also be a healer. "Dragonhealer, actually," He says, and you stare. How did he know what you were thinking? "Most people think that I'm a Healer, so the response has sort of gotten automatic." "I see," You say, although you really don't. "So, you spend most of your time doing... Well, this?" "Not any more, although I used to," Sh'cril replies, turning back to his work. "Now most of my time is spent with Azuth, instead, and I enjoy it much more." "I'm a Harper, Senior Apprentice, and my job is to try and get things that may be useful for writing songs later, if not write a song now." You look around, and see a stack of hides that lie on the top of a table. Hoping that Sh'cril isn't looking, you quickly pocket a few that aren't blank, and on the pretense of examining some numbweed that emits no smell, you quickly scan the pages. As you glance up, you realize that Sh'cril is standing to the right of you, reading over your shoulder. "You could of asked," He says, smiling. Grinning bashfully, you do inquire if you can take the diary to write with, and he approves. "Thanks," You say, hastily stepping out of the weyr, the green firelizard still on the same shoulder that it was before. Goodbye, Visitor! Azuth cries out once more, and you wave back to the blue dragon as he ducks his head back out of the weyr. Read Sh'cril's Journal Read Shamcril's Story View Sh'cril's Runner View Sh'cril's Firelizard View Azuth "Romance" Return to Dark Moon Weyr |