Rolin looked up alarmed from the wood carving he was doing. He, being weyrbreed, knew what was happening, the hatching!
His flitter squicked in alarm. He ordered the little broze to go, he didn't want it to get in the way, and he didn't want to disturb it. The firelizard obendiantly replied to Rolin's wishes and Rolin grabbed his candidate robes and threw them on in a great hurry.
Hurry, quick!
The eggs were starting to break, one by on they hatched. Rolin saw a blue coming towards him and stepped forward.
I'm Shimath and I'm hungry.
"Of course you are, let's get you something to eat." R'lin said, with a smile. He had impressed the finest blue on pern, he was sure, and his happiness was complete. He was glad he got a blue. He was sure he couldn't handle the responsiblity if he'd impressed higher, It would have driven him made. Now he was truely happy. And it looked like it would stay that way.
Candidate story (will be made into separate page shortly)
The Weyr was empty at this time in the morning. Dawn had barely began to spread it's rosey fingers to touch the and the sun hadn't peeped it's rosy head above the mountains when the young man woke and sleepily donned a tunic and lose britches. He smiled to himself as he rubbed his shoulders, sore from a day at the hold. He was the son of a moderately large northen hold. He had taken lessons from the Weyrharper like all the other . Muscially, he was tone deaf, but he had a quick memory, and learned fast.
He scuffled his feet and yawned. He stared out the window, wondering something that not many people on pern wondered. "What am I going to do today?"
He was going into the world with no craft to speak of. He was never going to be a harper. He had wanted to be one when he wasa child, but he found that he couldn't leave the weyr. He could play an insturment rather well, the gitare, but ... well ... his vocal skills were lacking, to say the least. Maybe he could become the weyr recorder, but wasn't that a woman's job? He didn't care. he'd be happy searching througfh old and rotting skins all day. That sounded pretty interesting anyway. He whistled shrilly and his flitter poped out of the window. (And he was glad to have a room with a window, not many did) He sighed and scratched Ran behind. He quietly exited the room and went for a walk around the weyr. He had spent his life doing chores for the weyr. He didn't mind them, they were something to do. He and the other boys played the types of games that Weyr children play. He never went along with some of the things that they did, such as throughing glows in the face of a watchwher. That was just cruel. He knew it.
He yawned and sighed, and headed down to the kitchen where he could get something to eat. He was chased out of the kitchen by a drudge, who said that he, like everyone else, had to wait for his meals. He pinched a some fruit anyway, giving some of it to Ran, and kept the rest for himself. He yawn, streached, and headed down to the records room. He wanted to read up on a few things before his time was over here. He over heard some voices and paused before he heard the corner.
"He's stood on the sands before, and hasn't impressed." It was his mother, Ryana.
"Well, none the less, We feel that he should be given a chance at Rose Circle Weyr." A voice that Rolin didn't recognize, a searchriders. Rolin knew that he couldn't impress. He'd stood on the sands before, and never impressed. Why should this be any differnt. Oh. his parents were good about it, they never said anything, never complained, never a harsh word, but he knew that they were disappointed. They had seen the sons and daughters of friend and foe alike impress, but never their own son. THeir only son.
"P'laz," His father's gruff voice said, "If the boy doesn't impress, will he be sent back here?" It was J'lion, his father.
"Only if that is his wish." P'laz said, hastily, "But my dragon is certain that the boy is candidate material."
"Alright then," his mother replied. "Rolin, you can stop hiding around corners." Shame faced the young man came out of his hiding place. His mother beamed proudly.
"Well now my son, you are again, a candidate."
Rolin is a candidate at Rose Circle Weyr
Ran is from Talorcliff Weyr
Background set made by me so don't steal.