A Learning Experience

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 2nd February 2025

Characters: C'rin, Sharissa
Description: C'rin has his face attended to after X'eri punched it in.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 18 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Cirina
Directly follows the events of "Brotherly Protection Lasts Forever"

C'rin

C'rin winced as the cold cloth touched the split skin on his cheekbone.

"Take it easy," he hissed.

"Oh, right, I'll try to do that since _I'm_ the one that got punched
in the face in the middle of the Dining Cavern." Sharissa pursed her
lips and stared at him as if he'd grown another head.

He tried looking at her, but his left eye was swollen shut, and the
light she was using to examine his face made looking at her through
his right eye unbearable.

"It's not like I knew X'eri was going to be lying in wait."

Sharissa made a sassy noise behind her teeth as she continued wiping
up the dried blood on the brownrider's face.

"What did you do?"

C'rin exhaled a large sigh but his split lip made him regret it immediately.

"I, uh... Well, I've been seeing his sister."

Sharissa's hand stopped and she bobbed her head so that she was in his
line of sight. "Oh, boy. What did you do?"

"She came to me yesterday, saying she's pregnant. I guess I wasn't as
excited as she wanted, but... I'm _weyrbred_. This is the _Weyr_. It's
not like she suddenly has no future prospects. She can have the baby
and do whatever she wants."

"Ah, the 'do whatever you want' line. Just what every woman wants to
hear." She uncapped the jar of numbweed and began applying it
liberally.

C'rin closed his eye in relief as the numbing cream began doing its
job. "Listen, I didn't make her any promises. I never told her I loved
her. We were having fun. She's old enough to know where babies come
from."

Sharissa nodded with pursed lips. From her silence, C'rin knew she
didn't agree with him.

"Go on then, Shar, say it."

"You acted like an ass and her protective brother took you to task for
it. Imagine it was Cirina. Some man strings her along with sex and
romance and then drops her like a bad habit. Possibly ruins her
chances at Impression when she's on her last leg as it is. What would
you do?"

C'rin opened his right eye and surveyed the healer's face. "I would
punch him in the face, too."

"That's right. You would. And what would you hope the man would do for Cirina?"

"Support her in whatever she chooses, but in an _actually_ supportive
manner. Not in a dismissive one." C'rin said it all in one long sigh.

"Look at you, my friend. _Learning_. I'm proud of you." Sharissa
clapped the brownrider on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"Can I at least wait until my face is less abused?"

The woman's dark curls bounced as she whipped her head back and forth.
"Absolutely not. It will bring Eamalla great satisfaction to see your
abused face while you apologize."

C'rin groaned. "I'm swearing off women after this. Going celibate."

"Well, at least that leaves men on the table for you."

"And you know the best part of men?" C'rin stood from the examination
table, easing back into his flight jacket

"What's that?"

"They don't get pregnant and have their brothers punch you in the
face." A little grin spread across the brownrider's face, causing his
split lip to crack open and bleed again.

"Get out of here," Sharissa barked in laughter.

"Bye, Shar. Oh, and, you're welcome to come by my weyr once my face heals."

The bloodied towel used to clean his face was promptly launched at his
retreating figure.

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