C'rez and Bronze Corith

C'rez and Bronze Corith

Of course Leganth scared me! What else could the oversized brown could have done? C'rez asked Corith, who sunned out on the ledge and watched a gold show off out in the glimmering sunlight of the midafternoon. Besides, I read less now, right? He questioned the bronze who stuck a wedge-shaped head inside the weyr to glare at the stack of books beside C'rez's bed.

You read more before? The bronze said unbelieving. You shouldn't have to do such things now anyway. I am here and we should do other things.

C'rez corrected himself hastily, slightly embaressed. Embaressed? In front of me? The bronze asked with a tooth grin. You shouldn't be. Honestly! Oooh! Gotta go. There's a pretty flying past. Corith said and withdrew his head to the sound of beating wings out on the ledge. A "pretty" was Corith's slang for a green dragon. To him, all were fair game. C'rez looked up from his study to catch bits and pieces of a human conversation a weyr down. He stood out on the ledge and was amused to hear a very femine voice screaming at a very deep one. He shook his head and headed back inside.

No matter what Corith tried to do, C'rez still read. Afterall, it was his duty as a bronzerider in a wing to know when and where Thread was due. He also was memorizing written wing formation incase Corith ever secured him the position of Wingleader or Wingsecond. What do you mean ever? I will one day. You have just as much a part in it as I do anyway... We train later, yes? Corith asked curiously from far across the 'bowl.

In response to the earlier conservation, C'rez told Corith sternly. Yes. I still read alot, but this stack of books would have taken me a sevenday at most. But with you around, it'll take me a good month or so!

Corith bugled proudly from the fireheights and C'rez could hear his snort. Like you could live without me.

Cor did have a point. C'rez smiled and went back to his studying.

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Crez sighed. He repeated it, again, to the Weyrling Master who just looked at him. "Yes, you heard me." Crez's manner wasn't threatening, merely inquisitive. "What other material do you have? I need something to fill my time untill the Hatching, which soon be soon, yes?"

For once, the Weyrling Master was speechless- a candidate, asking for more work? No groans or complaints either... How odd... D'tren nodded mutely and stared at the short, stock boy pacing in front of him. The boy looked to be built for work, not study. "If you are wondering if my chores are done, yes, they are infatc and I also picked an extra bushel of tubers with the help of Creel." Crez stated and tugged on his stubby gotee of blond hair.

Resolutely, D'tren asked Leganth for help silently and the answer was positive. He has no other motive. The books will be safe with him. Leganth calmly replied to D'tren from somehwere out on his ledge across the weyrbowl.

Most definately the overachiever. D'tren thought to Leganth. The reliable brown was quiet for once and D'tren felt no need to scare the boy off with his normal gurffness. Infact, D'tren had been like this boy and that reminded him of home.

D'tren turned towards the shelf and Crez watched his back with anticipation. "What books do you want, boy?" He asked and stared at the rows of leather-bound hides before him.

Crez nodded and ran a hand through golden-brown hair and his honey-colored eyes flashed happily. "Please, my name is Caerez" which he prounced Ca-rez, "and call me Crez. It's much easier. And I'd like anything pertaining to what I might need to know." He answered assuredly.

D'tren spun on his heel. "Up through the Hatchling material? You know this dosen't exempt you from the other books you need to know." He questioned and stared at the unexpectedly bright boy infront of him.

Crez smiled. "I've already read those. No problem." He flashed a smile off off-white teeth. "How many books through the Hatchling classes are there? I'm sure I'll read them all." D'tren pulled out a stack of books, equalling about two fingerlengths in width. "Those.." Crez squinted at the pile and studied them closer and weighed them in the palm of his hand.

"I guess these will do for now. The Hatching will be in about how many days you think?" Crez asked and piled the books into his arms as D'tren watched, amused, it had taken him about three sevendays to read those books, and this one, this boy, was attempting to read them in less then two. He lasped into memory and Crez brought him back with a crisp tap on the shoulder.

D'tren shook his head. "Sorry.. memories. Eggs will hatch in three or four days. You've missed most of the approved encounters with the eggs. The dragon watching over them is quite particular."

"Would you have time to take me there now? I'm sure she won't mind one little candidate visiting her babies...." Crez didn't give him a chance to continue. With the way Crez acted, he must have not had many friends who could tolerate him for time... "I'll go put my books up. Meet me there?" He asked and D'tren barely nodded as the boy left the room in a hurry.

That's it. I'm not cut out for this. Where did I go? He just, pushed me around! D'tren complained to Leganth. He could sense the brown rolling his eyes. Calm it. Let him go to the Sands. It might calm his jets some. Shall I try him?

No. He reminds me of myself at his age. I was what, 18 turns when I stood? He has to be that age now... Well, the Weyrling Master then did have his brown give me a scare. Maybe you ought to set him right. Up for it? D'tren discussed.

D'tren could feel the toothy grin as a bugle cut across the 'bowl. He said to meet him at the Sands, right? I'm sure he's there now, go there now. Leganth said maliciously as D'tren headed down the stairs to the Sands hallway where overachiever Crez was surely waiting.