Outside sunbathing white-blue Shirhyth perks his head up. Looking down into the weyrbowl he watches the boy and young girl walk around the bowl. /Mine, I think we may have another candidate./ \What are you talking about?\ /Down there./ pointing down at the boy. \Him, are you sure?\ /Of course mine./ \Alright I�ll tell M�zal. What�s his name anyway?\ /Jaraman. He�s a healer./
Dropping Lenee off with her sister, he goes back to his own quarters to find a surprise waiting for him, M�zal. �Hello. Jaraman right?� �Yes.� �Good. I came down to let you know that you have the choose of standing at the next hatching.� At this news he goes speechless. �Me.� �Yes you.� Laughing a little M�zal walks toward the door and before he leaves turns back to Jaraman �Don�t be late, you know what happens when it starts. I expect to see you there.� �Yes sir.� He manages to get out before M�zal closes the door behind himself. �Me a candidate. This is insane, but why not? I mean other people that aren�t expected to impress do. No reason why I shouldn�t. Yeah, this is a definite good thing.� And he keeps thinking in this vain for a long time before he gives up thinking about it and just accepts it.