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Writers: Chelle, Leigh M-F.
Date Posted: 25th June 2014

Characters: D'lorn, Lokkun
Description: It never hurts to be prepared.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 7, day 14 of Turn 7

The greenrider entered the infirmary since it was time to stock up on supplies. With a new weyrling class, there were bound to be all sorts of mishaps and he liked to keep plenty of supplies on hand to cover it. Seeing an apprentice nearby, he waved the young man down.

Lokkun almost didn't see the dragonrider beckoning; he was gently trying to work off the white part of his left middle fingernail. It had gotten ripped down to the quick during a chore, but he wasn't sure how; he hadn't felt it happen, and hadn't even noticed until another apprentice pointed it out. He had just finished peeling it off, thankfully without getting too much of a side cuticle, when he finally noticed he was being summoned. "I'm so sorry, sir," Lokkun said, hurrying over. "I didn't see you there. What can I do for you?"

"Quite allright. I'm not in a hurry." D'lorn smiled and looked the young man over. "We need to restock the first aid closet in the weyrling barracks. I've got a list here." He proffered the supply hide he'd carried over.

Lokkun took the list and examined it. Bandages, numbweed, redwort, willowsalic, dragonstongue, and other such basic things. No problem. "How much of each do you think you might need?"

"Numbweed's a big one. Bandages. Redwort just enough." It was generally only used in dire situations so they didn't need it much.

"All right, I'll get some and come right back to see if it's enough," Lokkun promised, and took off with the list. Maybe he could make do with a couple of large baskets, rather than a push-cart.

D'lorn appreciated a lad with a good sense of industry. It was good to see that the healers were teaching the young good things.

Lokkun came back not too much later with two baskets slung over his arms, packed with rolls of bandages of all sizes, and jars. They looked a little heavy. He walked over to one of the chairs where patients waited for their appointments and set the baskets down. "I might have overdone it, but I thought I should show you what's available."

"Oh please do. And overdone is better than underdone. We can always use more than less. It'll get utilized eventually." He peeked into the baskets.

Pleased by the praise, but not admitting to it, Lokkun let the dragonrider examine the goods, wondering if he would need help carrying them to the barracks. They were of a similar height and build, but dragonriders tended toward strength thanks to all their hard work. Then the blond realized he was staring and looked at the floor instead.

"You ever been to the barracks?" D'lorn found himself smiling. There was always time to let the young ones know what could be in store for them. After one of their own had just Impressed, he was sure some of the healers were thinking about it.

The handsome, dark-skinned M'yan, and the lovely, gray-eyed Azeali flashed through the apprentice's mind, and he felt a pang more painful than it had been previously, partly because the question was unexpected and partly because M'yan's sash was still missing. "Aye," he said quietly. "A few times, visiting friends after they Impressed."

"Ever thought about it yourself?" It wasn't for everyone and certainly the Weyr needed able crafters so D'lorn didn't push. The greenrider was always curious though.

The slim blond shook his head. "No," he said, voice regaining some volume. "My place is here, with people who need healing."

"Good for someone to know their vocation. Gives you focus and purpose." That was certainly something most young people were lacking.

Lokkun straightened, feeling another moment of pride that did much to make his mood better. "Yes, it does," he agreed. "Is there anything else I should get for you while I'm here, sir?"

"I think this will do it. I'll just get it unloaded and send the cart back with a weyrling. Thank you, apprentice." D'lorn was his usual smiling self as he headed off with his supplies. The greenrider didn't find it hard to get it down the corridor in the least. Pushing Villith was a lot harder.

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