Your Life Isn't Over

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 8th July 2011

Characters: Telemon, S'vin, G'wen, C'lua
Description: S'vin is assigned to transport Telemon around the Weyr to see to patients who are recovering in their own weyrs
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 27 of Turn 6

"Sir?" S'vin stepped up to the Masterhealer. "Your ride awaits you."
His voice held amusement, as he studied the man, trying to weigh him
up with all the rumours he had heard.

"Good. And you would be?" Telemon asked and handed him the large bag
that contained the supplies he would need in this round. "Treat it
carefully, some of the items there are easily breakable."

"S'vin, I am. Glad to be your servant for the morning." He grinned
and took the bag carefully, leading them back to where Kadeth waited.
"He's a bit on the small side, sorry about that!"

"That doesn't matter, as long as he's big enough for two of us,"
Telemon replied. Ena, his green firelizard who was circling around,
made a scolding drill. "You are not counted in, you can fly with your
own wings," he replied to her.

The small blue in question sat up and looked at the flit, liking them.
"Kadeth, can you sit lower so we can get the good Healer on his
rounds?" S'vin laughed and shook his head at Telemon. "Sorry, he's a
bit on the curious side."

"Curiosity is a good trait, it keeps your mind young," Telemon replied.

"Well, and it should make him a good fighter." S'vin strapped the
bundle tightly on the straps before getting up and offering an arm to
Telemon.

"Yes," Telemon said, sounding not very happy about. Shards, he just
hated it when they brought young men or women to the infirmary with
Thread scores. He got up to Kadeth with easiness of long practise.

Kadeth opened his wings and with a small hop, was air born. "Should
we start from the top and work our way down? It'll be easier for him
that way" S'vin looked over his shoulder as he spoke.

"Anyway you want to, he's the one doing the work," Telemon replied. He
didn't care what the order was as long as everyone on his list got
visited.

"Okay then." The small blue flapped mightily until he caught a
thermal and coasted up to the top of the Weyr. On his back, S'vin
thrilled to what his lifemate could do and what freedom they had.
Remembering his passenger, he turned to ask, "which one first?"

"Milera, green Runith's rider," Telemon said, reading from his list.

"Hmm?" S'vin looked over the Healer's lap to see the list. "I know
her. She sick or something?" Kadeth angled over to the far left
where a small green was sitting on her ledge, feeling sorry for
herself. He landed and nuzzled the green.

"Well, I wouldn't be visiting her if she were in fine health," Telemon
said dryly.

S'vin shook his head at that. "Here we are, sir." He slid down and
offered his hand to Telemon.

"This shouldn't take a long," Telemon said and slid down too. He gave
the blue a pat on the flank. "He's got a smooth flight," he remarked
before disappearing to the weyr.

"Tell Mirila hi from me," the boy remarked, leaning against Kadeth's
shoulder. **He's a rather unhappy one, eh?**

Telemon was inside for a fifteen minutes and came back out to the
ledge. "Okay, she's fine, or as fine as you can be with broken leg,"
he muttered, mostly to himself.

"Oh dear. Well, we all did warn her_not_to walk up that flight of
stairs as drunk as she was...so she didn't take our advice. Typical."
S'vin giggled at that, before getting back up on his blue. "So,
who's next?"

Telemon hid a smile. That was not what she had told him, but sounded
more plausible.
"R'tin, rider of green Gallath, he's in weyrs for retired riders," he
read from his list again. The aged greenrider wouldn't live long now.
All he could do was to ease his pains with fellis juice.

"Okay." He had told the Healer it would be easier for Kadeth to go
from the top to the bottom, but the man seemed to have forgotten.

}:I don't mind,:{ the small blue said just before dropping off the
edge of the ledge and gliding down to where the infirm old riders
lived.

"Okay, there's several more patients in this level, right on the next
door from each others. so this will take longer. Why don't you take a
break and return, say after a candlemark to pick me up again?" Telemon
suggested.

"Okay..." Out of the corner of his eye S'vin caught a glimpse of deep
yellow-ish green which could only be Neath. He could go tease his best
mate for a bit and see what sort of trouble he could get the
greenrider into.

Nodding good-bye to the Healer, he and Kadeth dropped down to the bowl
to land alongside the large green. He gave her a once over and
pronounced his verdict. "By the egg, she's huge!" At only four
months old, she was as big as most of the greens in the Weyr. The sun
was shinning on her hide, showing off the deep yellow undertone of her
otherwise pine green skin.

"By the egg, Kadeth's tiny!" G'wen retorted and reached down to poke
S'vin on top of the head.

"Like you, eh?"

At that, the greenrider stuck his tongue out at S'vin. "So who are
you working with today?"

"The masterhealer Telemon. I don't think he likes me so much though."
S'vin shrugged his shoulders and patted his blue on the shoulder,
just in case G'wen's words had hurt his feelings in any way.

}:No hurt taken. If anyone knows tiny it'll be Neath's partner.:{

}:Hey, keep that up shorty, and I'll sit on you!:{ Neath turned to
glare at the racy little blue.

After the other boy was done laughing at the dragons, he told
S'vin,"it's not you. I don't think he likes any of us so much. The
rumour is he's asked for a transfer out of here. Something to do with
that girl being raped a few months back." He looked up at the ledge
of one of the empty weyrs. "Ah, that's my girl winking at us. See
you later!"

And winking she was. S'vin groaned inwardly on G'wen's behalf. That
woman was twice his size and more lecherous than a Holder at a
Hatching. And being on green would not be seen as a barrier to a good
groping by her. Poor G'wen. Maybe Telemon wasn't so bad. With that
thought in mind, he hopped off Kadeth and trotted to the kitchens for
a quick cup of klah and a pastry before having to pick the man back up
in a candlemark.

*******

Telemon was updating his patient list when the young bluerider came
back. "Ah, there you are, and quite promptly too," he approved that.
There was tension around his eyes that haven't been there a candlemark
ago. He just hated loosing patients.

"Yes sir. Where to know?" He led the Healer back to Kadeth as they talked.

"C'lua, he's brownrider," Telemon replied.

"Okay, I know where his weyr is." Kadeth flew up to it, buggling a
welcome to Tarth.

Tarth was happy to see visitors and made room on his ledge for the blue.

"He really should leave his weyr," Telemon said when he slid down. "He
never get used to move around blind if he doesn't practise."

"Maybe I can talk to him?" S'vin raised an eyebrow to Telemon.

"Do you know him?" the healer asked.

"Well..I know his father a bit better, but yes, I do know him as
well." The slender boy walked in beside Telemon, leaving the dragons
to curl up in the sun together.

"A company could help," Telemon mused. "Hi, C'lua! It's me, Telemon!"
he called in.
He didn't receive reply and walked in anyways. The young brownrider
was laying on the couch apathetically. Telemon shook his head sadly.
He need something to shake him out of his depression, but what? He had
loving, supporting family but it didn't seem to be enough.

"C'lua!" S'vin exclaimed softly, his voice full of concern at the
sight of the young man. He went around the Healer and flopped
down on the sofa next to the brown rider. "The boys were asking about
you the other day, they were wondering when you're gonna come down and
have a drink or two with them. And that Kalina as well."

"S'vin? Is that you?" C'lua turned to his head towards his voice.

"Of course it's me!" He leaned his head against the other boy's shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" the brownrider asked.

"I'm coming to see you, you bum!" He wrapped an arm around him and
squeezed his shoulders in comfort. "More importantly, what
are_you_doing here? Why aren't you out seeing our friends, or taking
Tarth out flying or something? That brown is grey with depression."

"I can't go outside looking like this!" C'lua said, his fingers
touching his face. It was pink, ruggedy mask of scars, and felt uneven
under his touch.

"And why not?" S'vin reached over and, despite C'lua being a
brownrider, gave the man a firm kiss on the cheek. "You're not the
only one with scars here, and what about Tarth? Do you think it's
fair to him that you're too vain to go outside, so all he ever does is
sit on his ledge and feel low?"

"All those candidates that bring my meals, scream or gasp when they
see me," C'lua wasn't really listening, too deep in his self-pity.

Telemon shook his head and asked him to stand up so he could do his
exam. After he was finished, he declared: "You're gaining weight. you
should exercise more."

S'vin bit back a sharp retort when C'lua said that about the
candidates. The silly little fools, disrespecting a rider like that!
He made a mental note to ask Catrien and Delria if they'd bring his
meals in the future and Faranth knew he was going to have words with
E'naer about this.

When he heard the healer's words, he spoke up. "Tell you what, C'lua,
how about if I come up every afternoon and we take our lifemates
flying? Kadeth needs the extra exercise to keep up the muscle to be
on the same level as his clutchmates, and Tarth can sure use the
company." He looked to Telemon and raised his eyebrows.

Telemon smiled, nodded and gave the bluerider a thumb up.

"Huh?" C'lua said. "Ga..G'wen used to come to help me fly Tarth but
he's not been here since he impressed," C'lua did sound interested.

"Did he? Well, I'm sure we can get him included in our flights as
well. It'd do Tarth good to have a pretty green to flirt with and Neath
seems to fancy the bigger males. How about later today? We have
drills but then we're free after." S'vin nodded to Telemon and waited
for C'lua's answer. By making it so soon he'd have less time to come
back and say no later.

"Well.. all right," C'lua agreed hesitantly.

"Great! Just wait til Tarth sees Neath! He'll be besotted." S'vin
nodded to Telemon to say something.

"Perfect, just what the healer prescribed. You're life is not over
just because you're blinded and scarred," Telemon said.

"Indeed, see you in a few candlemarks!" S'vin walked back out to the
waiting dragons, his mind already racing as to what to say to E'naer
and the girls, and G'wen.

Last updated on the July 26th 2011

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