You step cautiously into this next weyr.  But still, something happens.  A bunch of numbweed lands on your back.  You cringe and step further inside.   "ENTER IF YOU DARE," you hear a voice done, and spin around to see a girl, around twelve, you'd say, by the looks, with raven black hair and mischief specked hazel eyes.  She holds a kind of bow and arrow, except instead of an arrow, there is are sticks with numbeed tied to the end.  You step foward.  End end up with a numb arm.  And another step, and the arm is even more numb.  The girl looks ready to shoot again, does, you duck the arrow, crying, "STOP IT!"  And she does.  "Name!" she demands, and you tell her.  "I am Candidate Kesira at Celeste Weyr, also senior apprentice DragonHealer.  I am older than I look."  "And does that give you the right to go around shotting people with numbweed?!" you demand.  She shrugs, "No.  It just gives me the numbweed."  You roll your eyes.  Then you focus them onto the large weyr you are in.  The ledge is sunny, but I cool wind circulates the room, making you number than you were before.   Then you get an idea.  There are three numbweed arrows beside you.   Kesira is turned away.  You pick he arrows up.  You throw one.  She yells.  You throw another.  She turns.  You through another and she collapses under her numb leg.  "Why!" she starts.  "Giving you a taste of your own medicine," you answer, and turn away, laughing.