Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #11: "Red"
Brekke took one look at the new arrival, and sighed. Not another one! She grabbed an empty jar from the shelf, and filled it to the brim with the lotion she'd spent all afternoon concocting. Mostly numbweed, and some other ingredients that'd sap heat from the skin.
"N'serren isn't it? Too much sun?"
The rider nodded, dejected, and Brekke found herself torn between pity and amusement. Despite the hours he must have spent searching for firelizard clutches, he obviously hadn't found anything. Except, perhaps, a lot more sunshine than he was used to.
The poor man was very, very red.
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