A boisterous and fun loving young man, Reezon wants to continue his weyr-type education but also truly wishes to travel. He has been searched by one of the Protectorate's dragons, obviously being born to two dragonriders has its benefits.
He does want to Impress off the Protectorate's sands, however. He feels that this will enhance his worldliness, and will give him a chance to meet more girls.
Lots more, he hopes.
As most Weyrbrats, Reezon's education started with helping muck out young weyrling dragon weyrs. He progressed from there to the Thread chart rooms, where he found his first maps of Pern. They entranced him to no end, and he has attempted to copy some of them, with somewhat inexpert results.
Reezon's parents did not foster him away, and so he has a strong desire to have a family himself. With a weyr girl, or a dragonrider, either would be terrific. He only hopes to live up to the expectations of both weyr life and family life.
The class looked up with saucer-eyes on all the young faces.
"How many of you have been Searched?" He then asked, and several of the more hopefuls had to lower their eyes. "And anyone here ever been on the sands?"
Even fewer were left. Reezon was still among those who H'lis might choose, though. His unsuccessful stint on the sands with a green's clutch stung in his mind, but...
"Sir, I would love to go. I know where Istabitha's is. We've had a couple candidates there, haven't we?" Reezon said, trying to sound mature. The other young men in the class glowered at him but said nothing.
"Well, yes, we have. Reeeeeeezon, is it?" H'lis asked, and Reezon nodded. His hoodscoop hair bobbed. H'lis resisted the urge to tell him to cut his hair. "All right, we'll take her up on the offer then. Gather your things, Reezon. You're going to be a candidate."
The other candidates scurried along to the sands, and there were the eggs, trembling with life! They had moved occasionally, when Reezon had watched them, but he didn't dare try going any closer than he had -- the half-hidden tunnel from the kitchens. Now, though, the beautiful green stood away from her eggs as they hatched.
First a green came, then a beautiful brown. They were both odd, with bi-color skin in dark and light shades. Very pretty, thought Reezon.
Then a dark blue with pale wings, and... A voice in Reezon's head came to him urgently.
Help me! This creature won't let go of my leg!
Reezon looked at a girl who had the same expression of shock on her face, and they rushed to the eggs. Sure enough, there were two hatchlings, a blue and a green, hopelessly tangled among each other's limbs! The little blue who had light hide, but deep blue under his wings, was quite the handful!
Reezon lifted him into his arms and laughed as he squirmed around trying to see his green sister.
"You're safe and sound now, Reeazonth!"
They went for breakfast, this new pair, and then settled for the night in the weyrling barracks!
Good boy, Reeaz, they're not welcome here!
A trio of haggard and angry holdless men had come to the weyr, not begging for scraps or looking for a job, but looking to loot! They got more than they bargained for when they ran into R'zon and his blue dragon!
"There's more'n enough t'feed alla us," one of the men said, angry eyes glaring at the man but not able to meet those whirling eyes of the dragon beyond.
"There is enough food for those who work and live in the Weyr, Istabitha's is comfortable but it still relies upon the tithes brought by Holds. You know how it all works, 'gentlemen'." R'zon said, looking briefly over his shoulder. There were piled boxes of rice and grains, stored up for the longer times without tithing.
"You could work for your keep," R'zon suggested, and watched the expressions of the men as he did so. They were almost laughing with arrogance now.
"Ya know wha' work is, son?" Said the oldest of the three, possibly an uncle or much older cousin to the other two. "Work is when ya' have no roof ov'a yer head, an' ya needta dig outta shelter inna dirt away from Thread... Tha's work."
"Thread eats through dirt, old man," R'zon spat, "and if you did work for your share, you'd HAVE a roof over your head. But if you continue to stand here in the weyr that I impressed in, and tell me that I must give you anything... You've got another thing coming." R'zon gave a little mental nudge at Reeazonth who then bellowed loudly. Inside the storage cavern, where they stood tensely watching each other, the noise was unbearable.
And it brought the steward, Headwoman and several spare drudges running to the room too. It just so happened, the trio of holdless men were right on their way, about now...
What is it?
"I can make sure that these attacks on the cotholds don't keep going. You and I are going to patrol the area when we're not busy with the wing practice."
I like flying! Are you talking about those people you don't like?
Then we will make them work. I like watching some humans work.
"You just like the weyrbrats who help bathe you!" R'zon laughed.
I do like them too! But I love flying best. We will fly tonight, right?
"We will. And if we see Thread or Thieves, we'll raise the alarm!"