Pasal
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Tiynarea Weyr-DawnSisters Weyr

"Whoa boy." Pasal said, pulling Jenya to a halt. There was a loud racket coming from within the trees a few dragonlengths ahead of them, and Pasal didn't want to urge Jenya into a dangerous situation. But Jenya was more curious than frightened-just like that gelding to be. So as Pasal tried to slow him, he fought his lead and tried to get free.
An extremely loud crash from ahead startled the horse though, and without much warning he threw his head up, whirled on his hind feet, and began a mad gallop back down the trail.
Pasal tried in vain to slow the animal, and cursed at the stupid creature the entire way. Intelligance and stupidity went hand in hand when it came to runners. But eventually Pasal got his horse to slow, and finally stop, and then because by that time his own curiousity was taking over, he urged the gelding slowly back to the place where the noise had originated.
Pasal could only get Jenya so far, however, and the boy had to tie his runner up to a tree and go ahead on foot. Not a good idea probably, but the day was starting to get boring, and Pasal could use something out of the ordinary. Even if it was only investigating a nest of wherries.
But when Pasal saw the flash of leathery hide, colored brown, he couldn't help but anticipate that this thing would be a dragon. Pasal broke through the bushes, into a small clearing, and saw just what he'd suspected; a brown dragon. Except this creature was hopelessly trying to untangle himself from a patch of roots and his rider was having a fine time laughing at his beast. Pasal smiled, so the dragon wasn't in real danger, that was well. Acting the dignitary Pasal emerged and walked towards the rider.
"Hello there." Pasal said, and the rider turned in surprise.
"Er, hallo." The rider paused, smiled gently at his dragon, and walked towards Pasal. "I'm G'ran, from Tiynarea. Sorry 'bout the confusion, but Stergoth here decided it'd be fun to go for a swim-and swore one of his favourite haunts was deeper in the woods." G'ran shook his head. "Twenty marks says the dragon'll never want to go near a forest again."
As long as I'm not on foot, I have no objection! Pasal heard a voice say, and swore that he had just heard the dragon. He didn't notice this G'ran looking at him curiously; and was doubly surprised when G'ran said that although he didn't know Pasal very well, he thought the boy would make a good candidate anyway.
"What?!" Pasal shouted, and shook his head. "I can't, I'm heir..."
"To this place?" G'ran raised his eyebrows with amusement. "This is something you want than?"
To his surprise Pasal found that he could not lie to the dragonrider, and just shook his head miserably.
"No, not really, but what else can I do? No one else wants it...."
"No one else is your problem. I'm sure you've got plenty of cousins who would want the job should you not...."
Pasal's face brightened a bit, Palanil would take it, reluctant as he was, Palanil was ambitious. But then his face soured again. "I don't think my parents will approve..."
"What parents wouldn't approve of their son having a chance at Impressing a great bronze dragon?" G'ran brown snorted a bit, and the rider hastily apologized to his beast. "Not that you're not twice any bronze Ster, but you know how holders can be."
Pasal thought for a moment, and sighed. "I don't think I'd be Impressing a bronze anyway. Although my parents don't need to know that." G'ran raised his eyebrow again in surprise, and then nodded knowingly. He was about to speak when Stergoth's strong voice cut in.
Aphrodith.
"Aphrodith?" Pasal asked, but G'ran seemed to be having a private conversation with his Stergoth. Pasal watched as Stergoth untangled himself, and nudged G'ran urgently, and G'ran just sighed. "Aphrodith it is then. I hope you know what you're doing Ster." G'ran turned towards Pasal and nodded. "Get your stuff together. Stergoth says you came on a runner, so I'll just meet you back at the hold. You go to Olrive? Good, I'll see you there." With that G'ran climbed up to Stergoth's ridges, and watched the treeline carefully as the brown stretched his wings to take off.
"Wait a minute!" Pasal called, and realized they couldn't hear him. He hadn't even agreed to go! But Pasal sighed, he knew he would. But what was this Aphrodith? Pasal turned to go back to Jenya. He supposed he would find out soon enough.