He sighed. Even though he'd really had no intention of Impressing, he'd started to change his mind the longer he'd stayed at the Weyr.
All of the clutch hatched special in some way, either by color or talking. By the time the hatchlings had all Impressed, he didn't care what might come his way, if only he could have Impressed...
Maybe he just wasn't supposed to Impress, maybe the searchriders had been wrong after all.
As if reading his mind, the green searchdragon, Jurith, walked in then. Don't you dare say I was wrong! I'm a dragon, I'm never wrong! Just because you didn't Impress the first time, doesn't mean you're not meant to ride a dragon. Just give it time, Shiro. You'll meet your lifemate, eventually. Who knows, maybe you're destined for a bronze dragon.
Shiro snorted. Bronze riders were supposed to be loyal, brave, honest. Bronze dragons weren't interested in petty theives. Jurith glared at him.
What? You don't believe me? You'll Impress, mark my words! Besides, She glanced at him slyly. There is a gold dragon clutching next. Just wait and see.
Shiro smiled. She was quite a persistant dragon. He stood up, walking back to the candidate barracks. "Well, it's not like I've got anywhere else to go." He grinned.
