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Topic Started: Sep 5 2011, 11:10 PM (161 Views)
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A multihued blue gave a ringing cry as he blinked into existence above the Weyr, answered seconds later by the Watchdragon. The blue was rather large for his color, Dart imagined him to be about the size of a small brown, but he still cut through the air at a decent rate. Plastering an elated grin on his face, the small candidate leaned back to look down at the Weyr that was to become his home for the foreseeable future. Ista had been small and homey, bordering strange black sanded beaches and boasting a climate unrivaled by the rest of Pern.

But Vaioa was a harsh, scorching desert possessing a rough beauty all its own but utterly alien to anywhere he’d ever been before. But that doesn’t matter, he thought as the blue dragon he rode spiraled slowly to the Weyrbowl. I have more chance of Impressing here than I did at Ista. And the Weyrwoman doesn’t want to kill me yet! Perhaps it was best that he’d left out the part about being weyrbred to the Searchrider. If the man had asked why he wasn’t at a Weyr already…well he’d have a rather awkward story to tell.

Hopefully the people at Vaioa were less prudish.

“Thank you, sir!” He chirped at the bluerider when they landed. Bootstrap poked his head up from where he’d been hiding it in the boy’s hair and chirped brightly. His wings spread and he took to the sky, circling lazily above his bonded. His smile was genuine and he looked and felt every inch the new and eager candidate he was here. “Ah…any idea when the next clutch will be?” Oh it was a long way down…but the blue was kneeling for him and he found it much easier than he’d anticipated to slide down onto the dusty floor of the Weyrbowl. He favored the blue with brilliant smile and reached out to stroke his soft shoulder.

The bluerider snorted. “Lisenyth’s clutch just hatched, so we’re refilling our candidate numbers right now. But it will be couple of months before we get another on the sands. We do have another queen and two garnets but they’re just weyrlings at the moment. Though they may let Tuath come back to clutch again.” Daaart’s shoulders slumped dejectedly and he gave the boy a reassuring pat. “Don’t you worry about it. Just work hard and listen to what your candidate master says and you’ll be on the sands in no time, lad. Run along to the barracks now.”

“Yes sir! Thank you!”

Shaffit! When he’d been Searched, Daart had been under the Impression that it was for an upcoming clutch. Not just to “fill lost numbers”. Some of the excitement drained from his bones as he made his way to the candidate master’s office to introduce himself. But at the very least it was still a brand new start. No one knew what to expect of him, all of his bullies were gone, and he had every intention of taking full advantage of his clean slate. Bootstrap stettled back down to his shoulder as he entered the barracks, wrapping his long tail around the candidate’s neck and trilling happily.

Daart knocked twice before peeking into the office and sighing in relief. He’d been expecting something like Z’arn, the harsh and rather sadistic candidate master of Ista. But no, this was a woman, a greenrider by her knots, and she looked…nice. Perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad here. “Maam? I’m Daart. I was just Searched and bluerider G’rel said to present myself to you?”
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