RCW: Weyrbrat Patch Up

Posted on Sat Jul 5th, 2025 @ 2:44pm by Sr Journeyman Thalia & Bronze Rider A'ren

Mission: 3531 AL
Location: RCW
Timeline: M2 D27

Tayin limped toward the infirmary. His aunt would have a fit if she found out he had injured himself. The 13 Turn old sighed as he made his way into the infirmary. His clothes were dirty and he looked like he had a fight with a mud puddle. just perfect

“Hello?” He asked, looking around. He didn't know was on duty that day.

Thalia looked up from where she had been stocking things up into containers to carry there for next threadful when she heard the young voice calling. She stepped around the bend and smiled at the teenager stood there. “And just what trouble have you been getting into Tayin?” She asked the weyrbrat smiling. He did not look too injured and there was not a band of people with him either so it meant no big issue.

Tayin turned at Thalia's voice and smiled. At least she might not scold him. “I was helping with a couple of the herdbeasts and didn't move fast enough,” he admitted in embarrassment.

“Tayin…” she chuckled as she walked over. “Did they stampede on you because you do not look too stomped on? You just look muddy and like your foster mother will be chewing you out for the washing that you are creating.” She wondered looking at the mud all over him.

He pressed his lips together, clearly not wanting to tell the truth. “No, they didn't trample me,” he said, looking down in guilt. “Me and a couple other boys tried riding them,” Tayin finally admitted. That certainly hadn't been a good idea.

The healer looked at him with pursed lips and shook her head. When would people realise herdbeasts were not rideable? “When will you weyrbrats learn. And when will the beastcrafters know to keep an eye on you all.” She said, shaking her head as she took one of his arms and led him to the nearest cot.

Tayin knew it was wherryheaded but the other boys had dared him and he didn't want to seem like a coward. “I don't know,” he answered glumly, following Thalia. “We were just having fun.”

“There is such a thing as too much fun, you know.” The woman pointed out with a smile. “Also no shame in saying no thank you.” She also pointed out. “So where exactly are we hurting then young Tayin.”

He hung his head a bit, knowing she was right. His aunt would be so disappointed, not to mention his foster mother. “Fell on my arm,” he admitted. “And maybe some scrapes and bruises.”

“Well that was silly.” Thalia commented as she started to roll up his sleeve. “Well it is certainly not broken.” She assured pressing along his arm softly. “Most likely a sprain but roll your wrists and let’s see properly.” She encouraged him.

“I haven't apparently perfected the fall and roll,” he tried to smile. He watched quietly as she checked his arm, grateful it wasn't broken. Tayin nodded and rotated his wrists for her to see.

“Hurts like thread but definitely not broken.” She assured. “Sprained and you live to fight another day until your aunt or foster mother finds you. What were you doing there anyway? Do you not have classes or apprenticeship studies?” She wondered doing some last checks before deciding she might at the very least start trying to clean him up a little.

“That is at least good,” the teen answered. “Ooh they are going to be so mad at me.” He knew he had messed up and should have said no. “We had just finished classes and there was no one around so we thought it would be fun.”

“That is something I can not help you with but I can clean you up a little.” She smiled kindly disappearing off to gather supplies together. She returned and knelt in front of him starting on the worst ones first.

Tayin nodded. He had messed this one up all on his own so he would take whatever they felt he deserved. “Thank you.” He winced slightly as she cleaned a couple of the deeper cuts.

“Sorry this water had redwort in it to sanitize your cuts,” Thalia said, wiping his arm with a small smile. It was getting the worst of the grime and dirt off and thankfully none of them looked deep enough to require stitching or anything worse.

“It's okay,” he answered. It had been his own wherryheadedness that had put him in this place. “Thank you for helping.”

“That is my job even for weyrbrats who try to ride herdbeasts like a beastcrafter” She laughed a little. “How are your studies going? Have you picked a craft fully yet?” She wondered not having caught up with him, his aunt or his foster mother in a long time.

Tayin grinned sheepishly. Yes he was certainly a typical weyrbrat and a boy at that. “They are going well,” he answered cheerily. “I'm thinking about the Smith craft. It seems very interesting.” He was still trying to decide for sure but that's what he thought.

“Not long left to decide though I believe?” It was strange for her knowing that her apprenticeship started when she was barely 8 as she showed so much potential for healing. Questions always distracted children so it was easier to heal.

“No not really. I really like the Smith craft though,” he said. He wondered what his aunt and foster mother would think. As they talked he had forgotten about her cleaning his cuts.

“What do you like about it?” She wondered quietly. “I started healing when I was 8 and knew I was always going to do that.” She pointed out. “I liked helping people.” And her mind worked amazingly well in emergency situations and under pressure much to her apprentice masters annoyance until he realised what made her tic and what would be the best approach.

Tayin thought for a minute. “I like the math behind it,” he answered. “Everything is very precise and the things you can make are so amazing,” he answered with a smile.

“They are. Have you seen anything in particular that you want to focus on?” She wondered, smiling as she put just a little bit more numbweed on and wiped her hands on the towel attached to her waist.

“I've seen some really intricate knives. I would love to learn something like that and make one for my aunt.” It all sounded so exciting to him. Something to really look forward to and try.

“I am sure she would love that.” She assured him quietly. It was a testimony to the green rider that her nephew wanted to do that for her. “Are her and Z’ran taking you to the gather?” She wondered sitting back up on the cot to take his heart rate.

The boy nodded excitedly. “They are. It's gonna be so fun,” he grinned. Tayin couldn't wait. Not to mention he got to spend time with his aunt.

“Will you keep Z’ran out of trouble for me too?” Thalia wondered, grinning as she nodded. He was fine, bit battered and bloodied but nothing that some rest and staying out of trouble would not fix.

“Ooh,” he scrunched his nose. “I can certainly try.” He knew what Z'ran was like but he really liked the bronze rider and he made Kat laugh which was even better in Tayin's opinion.

“I cannot believe I just asked the boy who rode a herdbeast a candlemark ago to try and keep the man who brews beers and has been banned from several gathers over his turns out of trouble. How your aunt puts up with you both.” Thalia suddenly felt silly for doing that suddenly but shook her head. “I think you are safe enough to face the music.”

Tayin giggled. It was true. He had heard some of those stories. “Don't know. She loves us,” he grinned impishly. His aunt was special. And he loved Z'ran too. The man was great to be around. “Thank you.”

“I know she does kid. Any discomfort or change you come back Tayin. I will give you a candlemark before I send a note to your foster mother telling her your injuries. But she will have more numbweed as she’s one of the women brewing it.” She pointed out softly as she stood up. It was easy to see that Kat loved the kid and the bronze rider.

The boy nodded. “Thank you. And I will.” Tayin was all smiles again. Thankfully the boy bounced back easily enough although he knew he would be in trouble.